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Words have made me dumb
For none can speak my heart.
Yet, I hurt my thumb,
Gestures can not play a part
To bare these fervid thoughts
And stifle the lingering pain
When I think, it shoots;
Oh! I hurt and in vain.


Your smile, like a smart lie
Tickles all my senses;
The catchet I can not deny
With my goose pimples.
Your sclera is as polished wool
Dotted by a patch of night;
A wise man and a fool
Know it is a glamorous sight.


For your nose I could gig;
Not big and not small,
Both small and big.
Like petals on a wall,
Your ears make the rings shine,
Ears as smooth as crease.
When on ears other than thine,
The worth of the rings decrease.


Needless to mention your legs
With which you amble with flair,
And your hips like palwine kegs
Perfect as oxygen in the air.
Your voice sounds as driblets
On a metal terrace
And soothes as torrents
After a marathon race.


Now that words have failed
And gestures do now betray
It seems my tongue is tied;
My fingers fumble to foray
Into speech so bleak
As I drool and wink...
Do I hope on what is weak
To make my message sink?




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