I have no wit, I have no words, no tears;
My heart within me like a stone
Is numbed too much for hopes or fears;
Look right, look left, I dwell alone;
A lift mine eyes, but dimmed with grief
No everlasting hills I see;
My life is like the falling leaf;
O Jesus, quicken me.

love'll hit you like a piece of poetry
the time it takes to learn the meaning
is nothing compared to how it'll rattle your rib cage when your heart begs to be set free