There is no more truth in these words
written by numb hands
they fall on deaf minds
I have lost the meaning of this language
I consign it to the abyss
and henceforth, stalk the world in silence.
I need no words to live
When I am happy, I will laugh
When I am sad, I will cry
When I am in love, I will kiss you
touch you
where you need
The greatest poem I could write could not describe
what it is to press my body against yours
what it is to do
what I have never done before
There is no proper rhyming scheme
no neat metaphor
My love for you is
a hundred red roses
thorns and all
carried to your door.
My love for you is what comes after
not before.
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