Can love be seen, can love be heard, I wonder?
Surely love’s taste stays sweet upon the lips
Oft’ expressing love, I err’, I blunder
Shan’t I ever learn, curing verbal slips?
To her I deem soul mate, I ask forgive
Tongue an instrument with mind of its own
‘T is you precious darling, cause for which I live
Allow my lone rose, at base of your throne
Mine failings are many, please, do not count
Tally would be great, ‘ere halved in two
The sole defense, I feel compelled to mount
Is heart on torn sleeve, bleeding…I love you
Love is mine anchor, amidst stormy seas
A word ‘oft synonymous…with please
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