What Way to Say It

Does love have conditions?

What structure holds the compass

Of guiding light

What format strikes the pen at night

While I wait again

With sorrow in one hand

And sleep an infrequent friend

As twilight storms the night

A bitter comet forges friends

Till trumpet bows

And the closest comfort is essence

If anger has a past on point

Let's not trouble mere memory

Yet to discover

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What would I say

That you don't already know?

How much your presence

Is a mold no one else could fit

How brazen your comfort sits

While strides of men across lifetimes

Fill the span that shortens time

Enjoy each moment here

Savor every everything

I could open myself fully

And let God show you

How do I? That's How

The amount of gratitude I have for your kindness

Not your likeness

Could fill a lighthouse

And light the shells

Across the sky

While beaches reach the moment

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