Writer's Block

October 22, 2019

I find it very difficult to do;

To write, to speak my mind in ev'ry verse

Erased, forgotten words are always worse

Than what I wish I could proclaim to you.

One day I hope my heart will not feel blue

From searching for the words to end this curse.

I search and search, and yet it only hurts

To see this blank page that was meant for you.

The answer glaring right before my eyes

I found inside me, screaming to get out.

Three words run rapid round my head, so few,

So plain and new, yet ancient and so wise.

I see that now, without a trace of doubt,

I want for you to know that I love you.

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