My fingers cannot express,
what my heart expects,
they cannot tell you
how I yearn,
for a touch,
how I wish to be
forever in your arms.
Don't leave me,
Just stay,
a perfect sculpture.
How can I speak
in your presence?
I am struck dumb,
in sound and heart.
Love is not a word,
puzzle, or song,
rather something,
to be pondered on.
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PoetryCan you pin love down with ink and paper? Or on screen with pixels? No. But we must try Love is patient and kind. Love is not jealous. It does not brag, does not get puffed up, does not behave indecently, does not look for its own interests, does...
