Words are butterflies dancing in the sky
Looping one another in somersaults
Words can be heartless dumbarse thunderbolts
Or ripple through your heart, they beautify
Valentine cards, written once a year
I sense their meanings are much more sincere.
They're here in my heart, do you not hear
And after sharing all my yesteryear-
Secrets with you, will you not believe me
I too cry a sea wave on reaching the quay
That wave's goodbye but doesn't know what to say.
I love you anyways that's-my-decree.
Whatever words I swallow, I choke on-
Each day they mean more than ever before
Summer heat, winter frost, or water vapour
Soaking up whatever clouds, weather, wan.
Guess I will fall deeper in love with you;
Till words will no longer, no longer do?
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