Call me mad nevertheless I truly believe a life Without poetry Would be a poorer life A less happy life an artless life A life without color A life without tongue no sounds to be heard A life empty of any real meaning
I'm at a loss of words, And this time It's not for the usual reasoning That you astonish me To a point of speechlessness. This time it's because I miss you And I'm struggling to speak to you Without those three words Tumbling out of my mouth.