This Love
How can I make you understand this love?
For fragile words can't begin to describe
The joy I feel knowing you are alive.
Even you, oh wondrous one, aren't above
Matters of the heart. When your tears are spilt
Over your last pretense, I will be here
right beside you. I wish you knew how dear
you are to me and how much the sweet lilt
of your ever growing voice affects me.
How is it possible to understand
I secretly wish to hold your hand?
I long confess to you all I see
In everything that exists in this world.
I'll show my love on a banner unfurled.
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