Analysis of Unwritten

Last night in the silence of my heart a little voice whispered words too beautiful for man
whispered so softly I could not stop thinking of them to open my eyes
I could not move to write them down for I was too moved
and the tears poured from my soul to my eyes
all the fears were laid aside and light of my soul filled the breath of my body
the words so soft, so gentle, the love in my soul orgasmed its guarantee to my body that I was perfect in every pore of soul and being
And so I slept like that for hours thinking and thinking, until the thoughts sweetly sang a melody too pure to recall too pure for man, too perfect for the awakened mind,
so soft,
so
so
soft