WORDS FAIL ME

So accustomed to the cloak of intellect,
my unfeeling heart,
semantically correct,
now stands disrobed in your presence.

Struck dumb with awe and inadequacy,
simile and allusion falter.
Words fail me
in the brilliance of pure essence.

At this level, my heart must learn to speak

Broken Wings

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