All The Words Are Yours

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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