I love You.
I love You, I love You, I love You.
Yet I feel nothing for that.
Yet I am content with this.

Oh God, I cannot grab onto
Any side of You.
Thus, You do not appear
Before any of my senses.

But silence is not heard as sound is.
Silence is an audible stillness
That is not just absent sound.
It is stable and unchaging.
Silence is the canvas of music
Just as You are the cavas of the world.

I love You.
I love You, I love You, I love You.
So I feel something because of that.
So I rejoice because of this.