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I count the days as if
they were white pedals from vernal flowers,
though each passing moment
is meaningless like a bird without wings,
A rose without fragrance,
a day without evening.

Until I see you

and suddenly the world is composed
of poetry I cannot write,
an ocean swell of emotion
that does not rhyme.
All is color and dream,
and you are the centerpiece.
Eternal spring is born,
and I stumble for a word.

Yet a simple word would never be enough,
for you my passion.
A simple word would never
begin to describe
what it is before my eyes,
what it is encircling my heart all at once.
If it is beating fast,
it is aflutter from your touch.
If it pulses loud,
it is calling out,
for you to hear,
and draw closer near.

I realize now I scribe in vain.
I reach for words I cannot attain.
The poetry is in the moment,
not in the writer’s pen.
But if this will place a smile on your beautiful face,
then my day has been made.



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