With the very same beliefs as afore mentioned I post to my husband, for
whom to be is not enough:

running out of words to say
that could describe one of many
a difficult day
in a sea of words there aren't any'that can express
the need for them all
the need can and will never be less
than the dearest searing of my fall,
my fall, the passion within me
that which is never fed.
There is no way to stop to see
that it won't end until I'm gone, true dead.
The 'thoughts stir bravely' in my mind.
Tragedy of words I cannot find

Penned by my hand on the 22nd of Arios, in the year 110 MA.