I want to

I want to scream 'I love you' at the top of my lungs on the highest mountain
Or on the busiest street on the skidiest of rows
I want the world to know, I love you.

The problem being
if there can be a problem with love,
Is that the you is no one person.

This urge over comes me
my actions compelled to complete
this task, so I do.

Whole heartedly.
Yet this leaves a calm empty feeling in my me.

Perhaps the secret with love is too give it away
un nammed.