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Hey there, Delilah

How are you feeling today?

Is your heart mending from the ashes that flew away?



I painted a picture

In the words I spoke to you

Visions of your beauty whispered in dreams that we knew



I never really could

Do much justice to your love

I'm just the artist captivated by what I can't touch



Let me spin and weave

This nightingale's song

As you wait for the heart that never seems to belong



I've spun my words a time or two

In whispers of dreams I had of you



I'm sorry I've held the pain from the light

As the demons within dragged my soul to the night



I feel ashamed for my shadows and walls

And still expecting you to catch my fall



Although you would never even know

Of the torment I've hidden inside this soul



An artist I must admit I am not

Just an admirer of passion that I've long since forgot



I long to paint with the words from my lips

Like the vow I said was sealed with a kiss



The rose is wilting before my eyes

and to me this seems no surprise



For a smile to cross your face tonight

I'd give my world in dark and light



But for my face to smile that way

I fear there is little I can do today



So Delilah please remember my words

Not the ones I've wrote in rhyme in verse



Not those sung as whispers in the air

But the only three words I have to spare



Allow me now to speak the truth

My heart and my soul belong to you