I remember that second
Of pure blithe
And the way my heart beat…
It was love at first sight.
Quickly it deepened
What was ignited at first
The moment I fell
I knew I was cursed.
Always to imagine
To live in my head
Never to have silence
To always sew a thread.
But I loved them
And I love them still
Beautiful words
Flowing from my quill.
I love each letter
And the way they sound
How uniquely combined
Roll of my tongue.
I love their elegance
And also their grace
And the way they work together
To form one phrase.
Old, dead or forgotten
Or shiny, new terms
All can dribble honey
Or prick with their thorns.
Some strange alchemy
Gives them new form
And from the ashes of feelings
New meanings are born.
We use them all the time
But leave them hollow
Because used undiluted
Can make them hard to swallow.
Our ears are assaulted
Each and every day,
By rivers of words
With nothing to say.
We choke up their truth
And go to any length
To smother their flame
Afraid of their strength.
We add layers and layers
Of worthless sound
That weave a cage
Where their meaning is bound.
But the flame of my love
Burns just as hot
No matter how they broke them
Forgo them I cannot.
Samoila Oana Andreea
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