I 'never told my love' vocally; still, if looks have language, the merest idiot might have guessed I was over head and ears;

Talk not of love: thou never knew'st its force.

And I never told the boy who didn’t love me, the boy I was trying to make love me when I didn’t yet know that you cannot nice your way into being loved.

Never seek to tell thy love,
Love that never told can be;
For the gentle wind doth move
Silently, invisibly.

I told my love, I told my love,
I told her all my heart,
Trembling, cold, in ghastly fears.
Ah! she did depart!

Soon after she was gone from me,
A traveller came by,
Silently, invisibly:
He took her with a sigh.

Never seek to tell thy love; Love that never told can be. For the gentle wind does move silently.. invisibly.

I never said most of the things I said.

"You've obviously never been in love."

"I have actually. And awfully. And — always — without hope — I've never had my love reciprocated ever."

Never seek to tell thy love
Love that never told can be;
For the gentle wind does move
Silently, invisibly. I told my love, I told my love,
I told her all my heart;
Trembling, cold, in ghastly fears—
Ah, she doth depart. Soon as she was gone from me
A traveler came by
Silently, invisibly—
Oh, was no deny.

I never spoke with God,

This love is silent.

Until now, I’ve never told that story

I couldn't tell her. I couldn't tell anyone. As long as I didn't say it aloud, it wasn't real.

I have heard much of these languishing lovers, but I never yet saw one of them die for love.

Although many pairs of lips spoke her name, none ever brought its reality to her.