No Single Word

No single word I speak could ring quite true,
no joy or rage or dying lover's sigh,
unless it spoke your own sweet truth to you.

I'd spin my lines and fasten them with glue,
but if you were not here to tell me why,
no single word I speak could ring quite true.

Go kiss the girls and tell them what you'll do,
you'll never lift them up and make them cry
unless they hear your own sweet truth from you.

They'll love you like a dream they almost knew,
but if it wasn't all a silly lie
no single word would ever ring quite true.

So kiss their lips and love a special few.
Remember their sweet faces till you die,
because they spoke your own sweet truth to you.

And since I've got to leave now, that's my cue
to offer up these thoughts as my goodbye:
no single word I speak could ring quite true
unless it spoke your own sweet truth to you.

(Photo credit: "Kissing Postcard" from Michelle B. on Flickr)

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