In the distance I stand, in your peripheral vision
With my paper in hand, I recite this emission
Of words that describe the way you move me
The way you soothe me
The way no one else sees you, and I,
I will love you in paragraphs
From the corner of my eye, I see you watch me
I could probably try to look smooth, but you see
I’m not, I’m just a mumbling fool
Who can’t get words out
Unless they’re written down
I’ve loved you in outlines and drafts.
Each story that I tell, each poem that completes itself
Is a rendition of how I almost said ‘I love you’
The other day
My heart gets worse for the spoken word, but I
Will still be inspired, my pen in hand
I'll be loving you with words I cannot say!
- © 5th June 2010
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