A simple question that you ask–

It must seem strange I’m fumbling the task–

they are my people after all,

and yet I find that love has built a wall

that language cannot penetrate.

 

I am not fluent in the ways–

how do you wrestle people to a phrase,

confining complex spirits to

mere words? The strong words crack like weak ones do

beneath extraordinary weight.

 

I know the silence will condemn,

but what are adjectives compared to them?

“Amusing,”  “friendly,” “kind,” or “smart,”

like bodies without souls–reduce the heart

from novelty to clone-like fate.

 

So take this answer and forgive.

My meager words do not have breath to live

as splendidly as humans can.

Just know the ones I love are rarer than

the empty words I could relate.

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