Well, I wanted to write you a poem
You'd be sure was just for you.
To slide over your fingers
Soft pillow familiar, red-ribboned new.
So I thought I might start with your brown eyes,
Earth-deep gentle and silent,
That house many multitudes
Of whispers soft, honestly sentient
But what can words say of your lovely eyes?
They cannot be referenced
Or filed alphabetically
Gorgeous great meadows that will not be fenced.
And could I describe your pale, smooth shell voice
Safe as moss and crystal clear?
Do I really wish to try,
Or let it swim freely, gossamer sheer
No. I shall not textualise you.
I think I want you to be free, my love.
Free of wordy descriptions
Inadequate adjectives
And kindly meant poetic precriptions
I want to love you. Let me.
SJL: 19th September, 2006
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