Beauty So Striking My Speech Is Impaired -an original poem

Beauty so striking my speech is impaired
And I dare not speak an unexamined word.
For every word contains within it worlds of possibility,
Where in one I am alone
Or in another with you.
But nothing has mattered so little,
Than words never spoken to a woman
Never pursued.
Thus when the sun sets, the only
Possibility left is regret.


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