All I have to give to you in this life
Is the words that I forge on the tip of my tongue with my own two hands
So listen closely and read carefully 
To these words that I shape in fire and darkness for you
Heated up in a blazing furnace stoked with the coals burning in my heart
Hammered into these sentences while still glowing yellow-orange  
Placed in water to temper and harden 
So that when you trace my lexicon it won't break under your scrutiny
And will last under the pressure of your love

(Discarding away the **** of unusable vocabulary;
I repeat this process until my words become sentences 
And my sentences become the verses that I meant for you)