Only Words Can Describe
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A young romantic I was
As delicate as a lily with weight of morning dew.
The love I sought did not show
through my mouth,
Only through my pen.
Letter after letter, I wrote
Page after page
Wishing if I'd release them
that you would relate.
The paper was the outlet
of the drive of my butterflies
and the push of my heart.
More than a thousand
written to young hearts
that captured my own.
My words of courage and curiosity,
words of admiration and delight.
They were kept from the world.
Years later now, I hold my letters.
But now the broadcast is what I crave.
For my words to be known, read.
I write today to the world to say
Let your courage be known
Let your admiration be seen
Be who you are,
Not who you've been.