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Nothing left to say . . .

Words of passion, well they’re hard to hold.

Seems to me, at times they are bound and caged inside my soul.

I try to give to you, all I hold.

Sometimes though, the flames retreat and passion’s embers wither to cold.

Only dust and ashes, that’s all that remains

For I’ve not a lover’s word left to say.

All my words of passion, given away.

The words just won’t come, I feel so hollow, I just go numb,

Nothing left to say.

All my years, All my words, All my passion given away.

Now, I have nothing left to say.

All the other lovers, simply accepted my words

They listened quietly, I believed they truly heard

I poured all of me, all my heart, into every chosen word

I turned to them and they simply turned away

They all listened closely, but they could never hear

Yet, to my heart the words echoed ever so clear

The words just won’t come, I feel so hollow, I just go numb,

Nothing left to say.

All my years, All my words, All my passion given away.

Now, I have nothing left to say.

All my words have been given away.

You rekindle my passion, your very presence excites the flames.

I loose control.

Still the words won’t come but I know you know

All the lover’s words I long to say.

To you, My Love, I’ve given the heart of me, my very soul.

All my years, All my words, All my love.

No words could define and I could never say

My heart, my soul now, given away