when i know that the sound of your voice
brought the morning birds soaring to the skies
rejoicing the music they heard, and played
in rhyme with your heartbeat and mine...
why cant i write you a poem?
when i know that the heat of the afternoon sun
melted parched rocks of indifference, when touched
by vision that saw beyond the brown moss
and formed caves where union will be
were all because you have come
why cant i write you a poem...
why wont words come?
why do i just hear love in all songs sung
why do i just smile?
i need to find the answers
i need to tell you i love you
wont you tell me
why?
Only some drops of rain from the burning sky can answer your Questions!
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