I couldn't talk about it, so I wrote a poem
I can never tell you what I mean,
and what I mean is an absurd dream,
in that dream is you and me in love,
and in that love is eternal bliss,
that bliss is so hard to describe in words,
for words are letters with limitations,
and limitations there are none to our love!
this love I could profess in a painting,
but for that painting there are not enough colours,
colours I cannot bring to sculpture in marble,
coldness of marble do not have heat of passion,
passion so hot I could blow a candle alight,
a candle that melts like my heart does for you,
You are my love, my dream and all that I mean!
Can I be you, and you be me,
and could we be us?
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