Shackles and Fetters

There is a love that binds so tightly it suffocates your impurities.
Somehow it leaves you with only one thought-- she. is. _______.
Then there is that word that you only feel for her, that isn't actually expressed. There probably hasn't been a word articulated by man's tongue except for love, and that doesn't nearly equate to that feeling. This feeling or emotion actually binds my heart to her, it confines my thoughts to her and embraces her in a way that discards everything but her pure goodness and ________. That word again. It is a compelling word, it compels me to act, to do everything I can to show or express that word somehow. Too often I'm left however not expressing it. I'm left to simply feel it and cry out silently "________". Why would we be allowed to feel things and not be allowed to express them? Is there a more frustrating mortal limitation? Is there something more mortal than to feel these emotions and something more human than to desire to express them? Why then the unbreachable limitation between the two, the human and the mortal. This wouldn't be such a problem if she felt the same way of course. Then we could just both revel in our inexpression together. We would cry out silently in beautiful harmony, written by our hearts and sung by our lives but never uttered, only felt. Our bodies have 3 separate feeling/sensory organs. The first is the skin. It feels needle pricks and cold wet floors as well as sunburns and sitting too long on hard surfaces. The second is the heart. Here you feel heartburn, heart attacks, and other pain associated with running too fast or exercising too hard after years of laziness followed then too quickly by sudden bursts of motivation to get into shape. That is all that can be felt by this organ despite every poets misguided pen. The third organ is deeper than the skin yet superficial to the innards. It resides somewhere between the mind and the imagination. This organ feels warm embraces and kind deeds accompanied by a smile and twinkling eye. This is where ________ lives. No wonder most people don't know about this third organ. There isn't a way to describe it let alone describe what it holds, so why even go there? I go there because that's where I find her. She is always there. I can count on her presence there, like it or not. Mostly like it, except when I remember that she isn't anywhere else, the only remnant of her existence is there and I can't even tell anyone about it because what would I say? "_________"? Not very effective, I know, I've tried. I tried saying that to her once before she left. I tried saying it with time, with a hug, with an affectionate touch. All of which failed; she didn't hear my third organ screaming out "I ________ you!" I even tried sarcasm, which is often used to emphasize how strongly I mean the opposite... surprisingly that failed too. For now, until that expression makes itself known, perhaps through other organs more relevant, that emotion will just have to remain buried in words.