Buried Flame


I have expressed myself by the mouthful
And yet all of my words lip a single voice
I love you, all of you, and always have
And desire no subtler variations.

To this theme my heart will beat forever
Even long after you tire of my words
The initial bloom of their lipping spent —
The melody you once savored, left on.

What it lacks in freshness it gains in truth,
No more direct a music played to you;
What it stales by repeating it shows true
What was never fit for love or what love broke.

So to this rhythm I’ll adhere
Until the world calls out;
That love, spoken plainly in truth,
Snuffs the flame of words out.

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