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 Apr 2020 Lavendar
michaela
I cannot compose brilliant poems, sonnets, or verses,

and I cannot speak to you in Latin or Greek;

I cannot move you with any language made up by man.

Love is the only only language I could touch you with

If you only knew how much I could love you.

If you knew I love you;

If I were brave enough to tell you at all.
 Apr 2020 Lavendar
Stained Glass
The version of me you created in your mind is not my responsibility.

— The End —