You may elucidate your deepest feelings,
For the one you hold dear, who makes you complete,
With a touch of the hand, a stroke of the face.
Every emotion that wells up inside you,
For the singular heart that matches your own,
May be displayed within a kiss, an embrace.
But what can never account for your esteem,
Rather only exemplify blackness of heart,
Is hand raised in fury or words meant to harm.