A poet’s reality

Of all the things I want to say
The hardest is the truth.
Of how you truly make me feel
And how you fill my soul.

I wander through the days and nights
Your face imprinted on my mind
And yet the words are never there
To speak the majesty of you.

Here sitting on this train I find
My mouth now clagged and choked
My mind falls dumb at thought of you
And simple verse deserts me.

I wandered lonely as a cloud
Earth hath not anything more fair
Thou art more lovely than the spring
Each line is weak and pale.

I cannot write and other’s words
Are nothing when I think on you.
I am struck dumb.



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