I long would sit and think
aloud to you
And paper listened to my
dancing pen
But in the end I never saw
it through
I see it now, if only I
could then
As beautiful as art can
speak and show
Louder than the words The
actions will speak
You need to Do, not tell, to
let her know
That which your heart and
mind do truly seek:
I long for once again to be
a whole!
In days when for the first
time we did meet
When we found out the
deepness of a soul
And when my tears saw you,
and not a sheet.
If you still wonder: “what
does all this mean?”
I simply want to talk to my
Irene.
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