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If Words Could Fly.
If words could sing, as a bird,
Thou art my sweet and tender word.
I shall be mad with the pain if thou art silent,
Then turn to be insane, and violent.
When these words fly to my dismay,
Then they all just fade away.
While I write thy name upon the stars,
And would walk acres,
To see thy sullen and somber face.
So that I could brighten it with my grace.
All else would ground when these words are let free
For they cannot fly against the words, I love thee.
Thou art my sweet and tender word.
I shall be mad with the pain if thou art silent,
Then turn to be insane, and violent.
When these words fly to my dismay,
Then they all just fade away.
While I write thy name upon the stars,
And would walk acres,
To see thy sullen and somber face.
So that I could brighten it with my grace.
All else would ground when these words are let free
For they cannot fly against the words, I love thee.
Published 18th Apr 2010
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