I wish I could compose you a song
A melody both entrancing and ecstatic --
An oxymoronic mix to the highest degree --
That dances up and down between the scales, around the air,
Straight through to your heart.
For an eternity of words will never amount to
Even the slightest nuance of the depth of this feeling.














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