Language that Fails Love
For Cat from Lynn (a sorta sonnet)
Oh, that my words had words so that
When I tell my love, of my love,
My words could say to her
What this poor, stamm’ring fool
Really means is . . . .
Poor words, how can you tell
Her that she centers me,
That she fills the corners of my life,
That I do not know where
I end and she begins. . . .
Poor metaphors, how can you compare
She who has no compare?
My heart is full, but when I speak,
My language limps, my words are weak.
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