A multitude of voices
Call u at once
Stabbing at your heart
With poems, paintings
Selling their romantic sonnets
With a dash of color
On their vast canvas
A prince from fairyland
Armed with the best degree
On their knees
Professing their love
Offering a glittering array of jewels
At your tender feet
A mute voice with palms to the sky
With no gold in his pocket
But a few pearls of glistening droplets
All he has to offer is some solitude
Where words fail
But there is a heart that beats
And this love that awaits
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