My favourite poet
wrote a book
appropriately titled
All The Words Are Yours.
I used to believe
it defined love,
at its purest.
But recently,
I’ve come to accept
I was wrong.
There is
never
enough
words.
They don't
do you
justice.
I search and seek
the words
powerful enough
to define
and describe
my love.
But
their meaning
is meaningless.
All the words
are yours;
and yet,
they're not enough.
You make
language,
limited
and insignificant.
A failure
of linguistics
that pales
in comparison
to the
magnificence
of you.
Give me
more words.
More letters,
more vowels,
more meaning
and more feeling.
So that
one day
I can find
a way
to say
these words
are yours,
with love…
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