Words

i stammerred
my words dragged their feet
protesting loudly
a sit-in strike
they remained
an embarrassed stutter
i tried again
they refused to yield
afraid they were content
to remain unborn as thoughts
afraid that they will not
find welcome in your heart
doomed to flutter awhile
and disappear into the air
one last time
do your eyes invite me
and my words yield
not to fear but to love
i love you

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