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Tuesday, February 12, 2013


How can I explain to you
How my love seems
To become greater
With each tick of the clock,
Each setting and rising of the sun?
Every line of poetry that I write
Only seems to show the reflection
As through a smoked glass
My deep and abiding affection.
How do I find adequate words?
How do I offer you my heart
When you already have it?

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