I Meant To Say Ten Different Things Poem by Annie Cordelia Adams

I find it difficult in speaking
All I want to say to you
Knock the wall down and,
I gently let you into my
very heart
For 'soul' is too harsh a word
for what I plan to start

I almost see you in a city
Where there is a mountain
A golden city, painted in
all its rusty iron; yet still shines
as white as love can span

I look at you through an
empty bottle
So that your face is distorted
I cannot see your eyes no more
I cannot see your eyes no more
These words, see,
are not what I meant to say

I meant to say ten different things
all to mean the same.
Perhaps if you really love me
you'll know what they mean