No Words Are Enough

When the clouds of phrases and etymons would hover upon me,
When my whole-self would be drenched in the rains of endless words,
When every part of me would be the root of all the vocable,
Yet,
My precious love,
I would fail to express the intensity of my love 
and the truthfulness of my promises....

(c) Shilpa Sandesh










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