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I write the words - across in lines,
Describing... how I feel, what I hear and what I see,
All that to... my heart does bind,
Of the sights, the colours - then sounds... and especially of thee.

The words - I scribe... in my hand...
They are... sometimes many and sometimes few,
But there is not enough - perfect words - to be written...
That can ever - truly scribe - the uniqueness of you.

When I write - I have no doubt... the ink will surely fade,
For the words - I have wrote… are sure to never stay,
Yet as I said - of all the words... that I could ever write,
The most beautiful ones - of them all… are left blank in white.

For the best words - that I share... which you my love can’t see,
Are all the words - that are found... in the space between,
Though that space - between each word... is so white and small,
It is in that space - my dear love… the words speak most of all.


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I regret That I still think about you Libby Marinilli, your too beautiful and captivating to forget.