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Love

If I wrote you a poem from my heart,

and gave it to you as we part,

does it mean something to you,

or are my words fleeting?

Do they flow away as if sleeping?

Is there anything within those words that lingers?

Does it give a sensation to remember?

Sand flowing through your fingers.

If I gave you my words in verse,

does that make you understand?

All the silent moments when words failed to be spoken,

I write them now as my heart and mind have been awoken,

I was lost in a turmoil so beautiful and intense,

I'm left alone with my words so troubled,

Yet my determination is redoubled.

You will hear and feel the words I say,

I think it's exactly what you need this day.

To know the truth to hear it spoken,

Your heart and mind no longer broken,

I should have been bold from the very start,

Take my words and keep them in your heart.