Can you count without the fingers of your hand,
or read unless you see the writing?
Can you hear the instruments the band,
while pausing, does not play? It is exciting
to count within one’s head, and read the mind
that holds the words that have not yet been written,
but you must play an instrument to find
the music that would otherwise be hidden,
as you must tell your love and hear that you
are loved in turn, because there is no head
where love is counted without any cue,
or, sans a script, a word that can be read.
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love this.10 from your most persistent critic, xLx