I Carry Words.
The sound of love breathes
On me words to curl around
Your heart. Carried with my care
They come tenderly bound.
I have words which spring
From nectar's well, heaven-blown
Into my soul, ocean deep
They speed across the foam.
Weighty with comfort
My words flow gently along.
Meant to warm you, and carried
Willingly is my word-song.
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