Words

Aug. 28, 1999

There are a million words
Amid two thousand worlds
But none of them knows how to say
What must be said to you today

A candle in the dark burns bright and hot
The fruit does ripen and the fruit does rot
But neither of these could ever show
What it is today that you must know

A song it soars from a craggy voice
You've cast your lot, you've made your choice
But there is no wave to carry the thought
It cannot be sold, it cannot be bought

Despair breeds hope and the seed it flowers
Amid the tangled rope that hangs from towers
I dreamed a dream and it did come true
Of all I dreamt, what I got was you

So what new form is there to tell the tale
That's not grown tired, that is not yet stale?
I've searched the recesses of my poor brain
But it was all so weak, it was all in vain

And so of all the words out there to choose
And of all the worlds we have to lose
I choose for you but three, it's true
I guess it's no surprise, they are "I love you"

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