Modern Love


You are scrumtralescent!
There are no words that do you justice.
Hell, I had to make that word up just because this,
Language that we use, does not possess the passion
To capture your essence and put it down in a fashion,
That a mere man could begin to understand..
And yet, I write.
And oh, this task-
Better suited a god than I, just a man-
Has me sitting at the desk, my pen in hand,
And I will use it like a chisel in the fissures of my brain to
Bust loose these feelings from their cryptic chains,
As I - travel to the depths of my awakened soul,
To put you into words, my most lofty goal and..
So I write.

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