Once again as my pen fails the page In a humble but sincere effort To honor my loving sage As I ponder and attempt to deduce In a low, soft chuckle, “more than words” My rhetorical excuse By function; words exact, color and define And with Webster’s sword levied I chase Definition of you into the sublime Concept, newly born of insight and ash Presents no attempt at justice So its fate is sealed to trash And alas, as a thousand times tense I seek to corral feelings By pen within paper fence For moment’s sake, suppose these words I cannot cage I humbly offer in place of love song The feelings that surround this page