To the Impressive Poetess

Saying all I wish I could say hahaha

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If I had but one day to spend with you

I would not know what to say.

Whilst I have admired your grace from afar,

And withered away my hours pouring over your every word

I think not what I would be able to say.

My every word I write;

My every word I think;

My every word I am

Becomes, and is, nothing in comparison to the words you have effortlessly wrote.

My but one day with you, I think

Would be my unraveling.

The mind is only a ball of thread

Each and every line of thought helplessly chasing after the other,

Weaving and winding into a great mess that sits deposited behind our empty eyes.

Yours was not

Or so I read

From this seemingly endless lines of imagery and fanaticism produced

Almost day in and day out.

So if I had but my day with you

You know why I would have nothing to say.

Nay, don’t confuse this with love,

For that is not what this is.

You are an unmarried woman, far beyond my time.

And I am just a fan of your words and your mind,

Not of your looks.

For love is foreign to me and I youthfully (ignorantly) detest it

And all it could offer me.

So say, let me be true,

I admire the works from you.

Everything that has ever blossomed from your pen has danced upon my ears,

Lit fires in my eyes,

And erected cathedrals in my minds.

If I had but my day with you,

I would not speak a single word.

Rather, I would sit and listen,

To you

And all the unsaid things left to be said.