A Love Poem

No fire thrives within a word
like that living brightness
Which has lately stirred
Toward every sense of rightness
Deep in the embers of my soul

Though I find that words are broken
Much worse it is to leave unspoken
My unspeakable confession
For which exists but one profession
Liken to the flame upon the coal

If it is a sound you’ve often heard
And smiling, dismissed as youthful lightness
Like a buzzing bee or a tweeting bird
I must insist without politeness:
That I love you.

Should it happen to be true
That I am only one of two
I ask you not to hesitate
And to know that I accept my fate
For whatever you may say or do

I has been my privilege to fall in love with you

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