A Word (poem)
So much of life is buried in a word
Expressions lost and meaning gone awry
The whispers of our hearts it would deny
And sighs of feelings somehow seem so blurred
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So much which makes us one it must imply
So much of what we trust to it deferred
We wander through our silence was it heard
Or was a moment’s soul condemned to die
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So here we are with passions so entwined
With this one word to hold some treasure true
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And to mere word our all is so consigned
And with it hopes and dreams will see us through
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Until eternally we are combined
The word of love will somehow have to do