Mere words limit you to limitless pages…
Slurry repeated statements… 🙂
Each time I start a page prefaced with your name…
I realize I’ve already failed…
For I’m at a loss of words now…
Your beauty cannot be bound by any known syllabic sounds…
Yet subliminal vows told and retold through this bow…
Thoughts that beget from my heart…
Flow through true to my mind…
Tart…
For mind maintains a semblence of tension…
Worry…
What the heart mentions…
Again…
Again…
Try with every ounce of might…
To write…
To scribe…
To try…
Perhaps…
To try is the same as love…
Try…
Scribe away…
Fail…
🙂
Silent Scholar 