Eventually
The words will run out
I can only find so many ways
To describe the feelings
You cause in me,
Like every candle
Extinguishes,
Like every ember
Dies out,
Soon
There will be
No more,
I can only find so many ways
To describe your beauty
I,  your beholder
Like every
Flower wilts
Like every
Cloud rains,
Soon
There will be
No more,
I can only find so many ways
To say I love you
With and without
Words or actions,
So even in the silence
There is a sound
I've always hoped
Only you and I can hear together...
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