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The Romantic Bard words seem so empty
pooled in prose
upon the page...
they only sugarcoat
the problems of the world;
looking so pretty and fine
in perfect form,
on perfect parchment,
and sounding so wonderful
when whispered into the air
but, they only sedate me...
they only describe my need
to hold you,
to touch your face,
to taste you.
i want the experience
of knowing you
by touch.
i want the experience
of feeling you
by presence.
i want the experience
of remembering you
by the experience
of sharing
a perfect
moment
with you.
