Words, Words, Words,
Why is it when I need you,
You deny me of your presence?
Why is it when I want to touch you
for that better expression,
You elude my embrace?
But hark! I say
even as I futilely labor for bits and pieces
from your banquet of eloquence,
all I can sate myself with
are these two little words
Thank you
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Mpho...words often elude me as well...lovely poem! Hugs, Dee