Love's Philosophy

Telling you that I miss you
doesn't say anything at all.
Whispering that I love you
doesn't explain what I feel.
Every love poem ever written
is far less than insufficient,
and every love song ever sung
is nothing more than wind.
Every word ever used
to attempt to describe this--
a thing called "love"--
is nothing more than
a child's meandering babble.
Every piece of art created
to portray to the eye this "love"
tries to minimize something
which transcends all the senses
into only one.
Every prescious stone ever given
in "love's" sweet name is nothing,
only a biproduct of nature.
But every kiss that has followed
all of these in true, pure love,
these are those inexpressable,
inexhaustable truths
and unportrayable sensations.
And so, my love, it is nothing more
than a simple, honest kiss
that I give you.
And with it, my love.