one goal, one path, one destiny, we are
tracing narrow steps back to the beginning
one set of feet and arms we are
stumbling and flailing forward toward eternity

while it’s true that words cannot express
what deeply we most feel
also true how often we mistake a moment
for one in which the words will fail

one heart, one breath, one mind, we are
beating, panting, analyzing our own true self
one soul, one central point we are
finding simple expressions are most true

poems drip like wasted water from a drying well
grand gestures sometimes come out wrong
rather than promise you a world i cannot give
i will simply state the truth:

i will always love you
my feeble heart adores you.

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