I spent an eternity in vain
Attempting to write you a poem
But whether for my failure to find the words
Or my deep deep love for you
I realized that some things are indescribable
While the beauty of brilliant hues of red and yellow
flying above verdant hills of green and the
love of all that paradise has to offer are
wonderful and extravagant things.
I handed you a poem that grants you no justice.
And now though this, my second poem, you will never see,
This poem, this my admitting failure to you
Is the truth of the matter,
That anybody that hands you a poem
And tells you that it truly expresses his feelings
Has never loved you so much as I.
Dec 12, 2011
Dec 12, 2011 at 2:34 AM UTC
I spent an eternity in vain
Attempting to write you a poem
But whether for my failure to find the words
Or my deep deep love for you
I realized that some things are indescribable
While the beauty of brilliant hues of red and yellow
flying above verdant hills of green and the
love of all that paradise has to offer are
wonderful and extravagant things.
I handed you a poem that grants you no justice.
And now though this, my second poem, you will never see,
This poem, this my admitting failure to you
Is the truth of the matter,
That anybody that hands you a poem
And tells you that it truly expresses his feelings
Has never loved you so much as I.
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