Words
They may wilt upon pages of paper.
They may disappear from the annuals because the novelty of man's ego - seeks how to improve them.
They may fade on the legend halls of history, and become forever lost in the catacomb tombs of dusty libraries.
They may even mock the authors that gave them voice and someone twist their intended revelation.
Or, without a word - in silence, this heart will sequester time itself and spell out the reverent mantra of truth greeting your essence's transparency -
"You are being,
writing love in every dimension. By your very virtue -
erasable you've become."