Friday, 16 June 2017

You

You


What can I say of you that counts for aught
against this forceful feeling in my breast?
I start to speak and fail to utter words;
the sounds exhaled mere sighs and cries
that tell you more than any poem.
A helpless man turned upside down,
in turmoil to his inmost core,
where insistent roils a sickness – love.
For you. Ah you, my love, it's YOU

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