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Apr 2016
And I am deaf too
and too dumb to speak
kind loud and slow
to your yearning ear

And also blind too
with distance unsighted
this burgeoning passion
too easily blighted

No language too pure
no dissonant rhyming
no sentence may capture
your precious flower
Written by
Mike Adam  66/M/London England
(66/M/London England)   
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