The pen does not suffice
Mere words cannot convey
The feelings most amorous
I hold for you this day
Through poem after poem
In meter and in rhyme
I express but a ghost
Of what I feel each time
Sometimes it overwhelms me
I wonder how it could be
That I have been so very blessed
To know and to love thee
But to be loved in return!
A blessing I could not earn
A gift I’m humbled to receive
For which my heart doth surely yearn
And so I write again to you
In words that can’t contain
All the love I give to you
So that naught of me remains
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