Pale syllables

You move me as only poetry can:
for the structured melody
of a rolling syllable, is my siren song.

For so long,
I permitted only words
to pierce thick walls of indifference,
For so long,
I hid in the shadow of logic's light

But the sweet perfume
of your gentle soul,
unfurled one by one
rigid verses curled  into fists.                

No poetry can do you justice.
For how can I speak of the sonnets
seething in your eyes?
How can I begin to describe
the epic poetry of your hands?

or the haiku
in the twitch of your lips?

All my fancy words pale
to  the  undiluted  eloquence
of your tears.

** Copyright 2002 to PAX. Do not reproduce without the consent of the author, Wynterfel.