Just a Word

Love, that inexpressible emotion! A logophile writes a love letter and tries to tell his sweetheart just how much he loves her, but is encumbered by the language. Frustration fuels his pen...

   

 

     Dear Angel, my ardent Lovebird!

    A point- a line- a startled exclamation!

   What good are words all aligned if they do not even come close to the effect of a feathered touch or subtle fragrance? A mark, so bland, so dead, is an insult to my passion and desire. My feelings, naïve and obvious, are the words I wish to use, the notes I wish I could play on some divine instrument.

    If only you knew, my blind angel!

    I hold in hand a pen and paper, candid instruments my soul has chosen to speak with -you, my secret obsession… If you only knew how difficult it is to be your disguised admirer, to see and never touch, hear but never utter my tortured heart’s lament.

    What do I tell you, center of my world? How do I explain the pain I feel at the end of each day, when I must wait an eternity of hours before I see you again? I am convinced our language, our fumbling tongue, does not contain enough words to shape a single sentence that could express my adoration of you. Perhaps another language, a lexicon of romance, with a syllable to match every beat of my excited heart, would make my depressed pen scratch faster.

      I know my letters, though they bring a smile to your plump lips, are nothing more than entertainment for you- my spoiled seraph. My hours, minutes full of tears and agony, are always summarized like this, on faceless stationery and bloodless ink. This, my desperate attempt to catch your attention, is just a cruel abridgment of my sentiments. Later, you will walk and remember what I wrote, or at least the core concept of what I meant- and you will believe this is all I feel for you. When every word afflicts me -idioms that will always be dull shadows of my thoughts!  

    Heartfelt- a duet of syllables- is the pen I truly need.

 

    Shamelessly devoted and forever yours,

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Author's Note

This was just a quick little exercise I did before working on something else- I guess I was just in the mood to write something passionate.
I didn't really have a story to go along with this until I was done. I had heard of the word logophile and thought this person was really into words, so I thought it would be fun to read his tormented thoughts. When I started to address another person, it became more like a love letter. I would have written from the female perspective, but the way the other person is addressed sounds more appropriete to a male writer. Go figure. Anyways, leave a review please. I enjoy reading your minds, if only for a moment.