There is no greater gift than that we share

That magic bond so often named as love,

Life’s grand elation yet beyond compare

Whose bumptious shows but little truth can prove.

Love as a sentiment needs no display—

Why pledge or strive for what already is?

For truth is not made true by what we say,

Bold proof of love more how we think and live.

Thus rarely do I say I love you so

And seldom do you say you love but me;

Love’s strength is not a brassy outward show,

But is an essence we both live and breathe.

No boastful act can ever love apprise;

It dwells in hearts and speaks through silent eyes.