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To speak to the one i love,
Is an impossible task.
My heart is full of words.
Even in eternity I couldn't express.
I wish I could speak to you,
But alas I can only talk.
This is my deepest curse.
I have no tongue of my own,
I just borrow it from others.
Playwrights, Poets, and Artists,
From Shakespeare to Poe,
None can describe the way I feel.
At least not enough.
You say you heard my voice,
But it is only my mouth moving.
My tongue is silent,
For I used other tongues.
Forevermore.
My own voice is lost to me.
Will you love me,
If you never hear my voice,
See my love,
Share my hopes?
How then could I get you,
To understand how I feel,
About the way you laugh,
Smile,
And cry?
If I can't speak,
Could you love me?
 Jess Lieben · Thu Jul 24, 2008 @ 02:56am · 0 Comments |
