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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required When my words fail, How should I speak? When my tongue stills, What should I let leak? When my words failed me first, I had caught just a glimpse, a glint, of you And my sight, it changed in tint, rose hue. How could I tell you I had fallen in love anew? When my words fail to tell you I’m happy, I am glad, How shall I tell you? Shall I swing you in dance? Twirl and swirl, dip and kiss, given the chance, Laughing lively in our romance? When my words fail as I’m grievously sad, ..when my heart is shattered, all that is smokes in clouds, All that is goes to depressions for clothing, for shrouds. And then am I meant to show you the plastic smile for crowds? When my words fail as I feel lost, without any hope, How do I tell you, unless with a crooked smile? When my eyes say “believe”, but only one corner moves while I shrug and feign strength; staying true to style. When my words fail at your tender touch How shall I let you know, but with the shiver of my spine? How could I tell you except with covering your hand with mine? How could I show you I need you except by holding you for all time? When my words fail me, on the day that will be the worst. When your fingers are getting weak, your skin being taken by cold When your hair is grey, the light of eyes fades, and you finish the march of the old. Who do I tell, who can hear me, after you’ve been taken into heaven’s fold? When my words fail, I have you. When my words fail, you see my blue. When my words fail, you hear what is true. And at the end, when my words, the final time, fail, know I wanted once more to say, I love you.
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