If Two Poets Love Poem by Daniel Thomason

Two notebooks, opposite, kneel in prayer,
Their words beckon a force that none other could hear,
It is hard to make out with the nature of the rhymes,
Or just the rushing description that passes each page,
As each leaf turns to reveal a new chapter,
One listens patiently to hear another nothing,
A love here, a heart there,
But no picture is painted with those words
Expressionless,
Mona Lisa who laughs,
But breathless,
Too much trying to please eachother,
It is a difficulty they accepted,
Regretted with the very pens that ran out of ink,
And soaked within a worthless sheet of paper,
They were words of a hand holding gesture,
That was worthless with every attempt,
Why, yes, why, no,
Oh how was it so,
They were both strangely too deaf to hear the rest...