“Lila, " said Tom, "I look at you. And I am speechless. I literally have nothing to say."
Tom paused for a second-two, three-staring at the ground, as though he was attempting to count the blades of grass in a particular clump.
"Words fail the depth and complexity of my feelings for you," he went on. "I need cannons of literature, unwritten poetry, an entirely new language."
"But the thing is." Here he paused. "Without words, I have nothing to offer. Words are my only riches," he said. "Words."
-Galt Niederhoffer's The Romantics