Who would you like to talk to soon?
His face was mad of stone
That no person could overturn
His vocal cords were strained
Love was something that went unexplained
Actions was all he had
Longing to speak to her soon
Was hard due to her being
In her tomb
Wrapped in black
And the days of her past holding her back
She didn’t want to hear his words of wisdom
So he shut his mouth until she granted his words to come
He was the man who couldn’t speak
Not the man who couldn’t think
So each day
He planned for her storm to be at bay
Just so he could say
I Love You
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