I'm not going to try to convey
the simple facts that blister along
my tongue, whisper along the shell of my ear
and try to make themselves known
to you.
For I know none of it will be understood,
devoured, swallowed, digested,
allowed full comprehension to break free
from the muddied skin of a half-rate poet.
Because
I love you more than words can say
and have no idea how
to phrase it.
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