Crumbled papers
Of poems about you
Written with words
That will never come true
Written in ink
That will never fade away
The hopeful words
I wish I could say
Hands still shaking
As I continue to write
Scribbled letters
Of black and white
Eager to tell you
How I feel
Wishing I could prove
My love is real
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