I can’t say it.
Those three words you long for.
Don’t make me.
If I say it, the bond will hurt worse
when it’s broken.
The things you love...are ephemeral...
at best, indefinite
it burns, your love,
it makes me sweat salty tears
My voice cannot rise, for it is choked.
My lips are unable to part.
My tongue is sluggish, refusing to form the sounds.
But when words fail...
When the music fades...
You’ll look into my eyes and know...
that I love you.

Paige Nielsen

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bound-and-gagged-by-my-own-insecurities/