When words don’t work

yes its true, there is beauty in your eyes,

and stories in your soul no poet can tell.

but a poet like I has met his demise;

when my words are inevitably quelled.

you see, in utter, unspeakable truth,

i merely cannot convey —

for a beauty such as yours ,

justice will not be done;

whatever words I may say.

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