Tell me something, what else do I say?
Meaningless rhymes, thoughtless words
Splattered in verses in sonnets to sway
Memoirs of time’s magic not occurred.
All written characters rapidly flowing
Through my mind, and placed together –
A recapitulation of past lives – going
To tangential time, to relive it forever!
My words, half symbolic, half truthful,
Inferred by some other’s mental scheme,
Living his own memory, in his youthful
Days, so apparent to him this all seemed.
But not that millionth coming word can
Ever replace, that silent magic once felt:
Gazing into those eyes with fixed trance,
Full of loving, and of life that had melted
The most hardened of souls…And how
much it shined with gentleness unknown,
with rays of infinite glitters throughout
delivered nights, so her love had grown.
So how can my millionth rhyme capture
A love’s magic; and in each special way.
Thoughtless are my rhymes, be unheard,
Wordless with love, no thought can say.