How Much You Mean to Me I Cannot Say

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How much you mean to me I cannot say: A word is like the surface of a sea. Perhaps in ripples you can see my mood Pressed into the blue roll of a wave. Yet my life must be the language of my love. A word is like the entrance to a cave: No light beyond the first quick clarity, No way into chambers never viewed, Into places words cannot convey, Vast molten fields that move our lives above. Each word is like a brushstroke on a nude: Reality stands dreaming far away. Some prefer the portrait and engrave A mundane thought on each divinity. Reality's a mountain in a glove: You reach beneath the word to know the love. Copyright by Nicholas Gordon. Free for personal or non-commercial use.