And sometimes,
There comes a time,
When words aren’t enough,
And I want to create a language,
For the feelings that build up,
That don’t have a definition,
That don’t have words,

Oh but they have meaning,
They ooze from my core,
My being and all its worth,

That is why,
You knew how to tell me the world with a look,
How to say it all with a glance,

No words could compare,
There is no longer anyone to read me like a book,
And these words I can’t define,
They can’t be written,
They can’t be seen,
But they are felt

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