I have loved you more than I can say, and what words I have are failing.
My minds pages cracked and dry, my spine ruptured, slowly breaking.
My cover faded and vague.
Your face, faded and vague.
Looking through myself I expect to find many stories and tales,
But each one is writ over with your name, only your name.
Looking through myself I expect to find many stories and tales,
But each one is writ over with your name, only your name.
I have loved you more than I could say, and what words I have, have failed.
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