Love, love, love....
How can that be the word if I have ever used it before,
if I have ever thought or felt it before?
How can it possibly be the only word left to describe this potent magic that we have?
I write poems,
thousands of words, hundreds of lines searching for you;
your truth.
My heart in my mouth,
I look to spill it onto the page.
Some you see, some you never will.
I cannot find the words.
I cannot bleed this fullness dry.
Spill my ink like blood on the page, I want you,
I want to tell you, to show you.
To sing my Praisesong for you,
but I am inadequate.
Poorly versed in the language of love,
and so I quest;
forever to find that word.
That elusive thing that will finally be
what you are to me...
A contest entry
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1003 points, ended February 28, 38 entries
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I love the imagery that I get from this creative piece of art. Those are some strong words, poem that made me want to read more.
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