grant that i may tarry awhile in this.
for though my tongue and neither my heart
possess the faculty upon which to base such lofty verse
i do find truth.
you will know
my love, not by the dexterity
with which I assemble
the words that impart to you how I do.
but by the lack thereof.
by the moments
in which justice falls without my reach,
moments attributed not to any
deficiency of passion
but to the sheer magnitude of this
i do not relegate myself to reciting
greeting. card. fodder.
but with dogged determination, continue.
my wayward journey to your heart.
though I will try, I will fail.
though I will fail, I am compelled.
and you will know my love, verily,
as it reveals to you its oblique nature
in ample words undeserving of your perfection.