A proclamation lies, un-penned
Within a shadowed corridor
Abandoned there, for lack of ink
Or, possibly, for lack of strength
And yet the truth has never dimmed
The arteries–the rushing blood
Can never cleanse the lasting mark
You own upon my crimson heart
And I, for this, so wish I knew
Some fitting language to assault
Or vessel to translate the pulse
Of all the things we hold in us
A proclamation lies, un-penned
Deserving light, but finding none
And I, for one, would like to write
The way I feel for you tonight
But since I cannot do so yet
I simply thought the evidence
Deserved to be remembered here
Until we learn to speak it clear
When life affords a better chance
These chambers with their hidden dams
Will burst apart–their secrets share
To show that you were always there
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