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eloquence lost...it makes no sense.

there's just no need to ride the fence.

I want my fill, I need my feed.

for you, I'd die, for you I'd bleed.

my stories rest on perfect prose

the rhyming, timing soft wind blows

the hush of circumstance I feel

the need to dream and gently kneel.

the sweetest roses softest bloom

the way your embers fill the room

and I could paint a picture fair

with words expressed of how I care.

but, if they fall on silenced lips

they feel as broken fingertips

and float expressless without view

as slumbers dreams quite often do.

and trickle down as sorrow's seed

the bruise of pain that melts as need

and leaves a footprint on my soul

that claims my breath and leaves a hole.

I see the words displayed in print

designed to tease your sentiment

and I have heard the undertone

released to shake me from this throne.

but here I sit with peace of mind

my queen, my queen...the fairest find

I will not, cannot, must not bend

against the arrows others send.

for I have seen the passing ships

and heard your words expressed from lips

that I am you and you are me

and evermore, forever be.

this love, my love will stand the test

will prove the truth and slay the rest.

that you have claimed my heart and more

that you are someone I adore.