Lovely

You are the silence in my song,
The virtue when I speak,
The calm before the storm.

I am but the shadow of your voice.
Thinking of what I can,
To make you more lovely,
Than what I am.

It doesn’t matter if I fall,
If that is all I’ll spend,
For you to be lovelier,
than when we met.

You are rhyme when I am wrong,
The love when I am weak,
The way to not conform.
The reason that I speak.

This actually a song.

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