In all that word’s can’t tell,
the feelings that we can’t quell,
lie a thousand and one sighs.
Am a bird singing in May
but my feathers are in disarray.
never again do i want to bewail
for Fate’s exclusion on a love sail.
it could be another tale
of Romeo and Juliet washed down the dale.
How often does at you love stare,
to look at in your soul crevices and creeks
sucking deep til a breath you have not a spare?
Have on leave your senses;
tricks and twists your mind dispenses!
the line being time’s keen
on when leaps your heart out of your skin.
Could i hear the angels sing;
see elegant the daisies in spring?
silence a sound so sweet!
am suspended in suddening bliss;
dangling in tight emotions’ grip.
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