How?
.
Stop and start. Start and stop.
Brain is locked; Ideas are blank.
Words won't flow; Soul won't sing.
Inadequate in everything.
"She's an angel," I say
These gross hands are just blocks.
I need a fine razor,
I have only an axe.
She is precious and fine,
And I'm just a clutz,
She's such a great treasure,
My crate just won't do.
A princess at the ball,
Me, the court jester,
Her grace pulling all eyes,
me just the laughter.
She is brilliant; so smart,
I mutter my words.
She gives oratory
I remain mute.
With clumsy words and silly hat,
Ugly boxes and primitive tools,
How do you say,
"My last puzzle piece,
I love you?"
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