#2386

In poetry, I am carefree.
I dance across the wind,
twirling, spinning, unafraid if I falter.
So why do I stumble repeatedly when confronted by you?

Upon looking at your face, I am caught speechless.
There are no words that fit how vast my adoration lies for you.
Words leave me unfulfilled.

Poetry betrays me when I need it most.

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