The Poet

You told me to write a poem,
but you gave me no words to say.
And all my heart can fathom
is the thought of you every day.

You told me to write a poem,
but you didn’t tell me how.
No language in the world can say
how much I love you now.

You told me to write a poem,
but what I feel I cannot express.
Nothing in the world describes
the sweetness found in your caress.

You told me to write a poem,
but you didn’t tell my why.
My words can only try to explain
the joy that passes us by.

You told me to write a poem,
and I did my best to comply.
If anything I’ve said is true,
please stay with me until I die.

(4.10.7)

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