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Timely tradition

of courtship,

would have me believe

she seeks eloquence,

and careful intermittence

of falling leaves.



Yet I smother her

with I love you's

and thinking of you's

and nothing's ever above you

my angel...



Almost a stranger to touch you.

Because you're that deep ingrained

in God's spoken refrain.

Let me clutch you

close to something I call a heart.

A dormant volcano, so to speak.

So to seek ignition,

was met with recognition

by the fire starter...



leaving me to use

something...

anything...

at my disposal

to throw together this proposal at verse,

which is probably half-eaten

and poorly constructed.



Throwing tongue to the wayside

and drowning in puddles of babble.

Bubbles of muddle

             popped

into scribble

scrabbled all over a page.

The rattle of love-stricken lips

in a battle to spit what they feel.

             A sum of all fears

             unsaddled by one...



Thank you

for making me mumble and drool.

For making me stumble

the path of a fool,

who will gladly scramble away from his language

just for a humble embrace.



             No... a "hug."