Words used
to fly around me
Dancing birds
taking me for a waltz
The poets
came and let them flee
Making it so
hard to put together a thought
I am
searching for the most beautiful words
My feelings
require living in language
There will be
no seconds or thirds
Words combining
in a passionate marriage
I found these
wrapping papers
I have been
saving for a year
Creases guided
to a concert saved by tapers
Birds started
singing I love you, my dear.
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