Why did so many poets
write about love
before I had a chance
to meet you?
Now, all my feelings
are dressed in the words
of others. Instead - describing all the
newness and ingenuity you inspire
in me, I hear a thousand
cliché’s tumble out clumsily.
You are my love.
(c) Liz Willows 2000
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