A word spoken​

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A word spoken or sometimes said, be it in any way
Not always means the way it comes out, or want to say
A word of love not always does bring or even explain
And no mater where we look sometimes even try in vain​

To express and show the joy that we so willingly hold
Within our hearts, and no mater how many times are told
We never satisfy the need or desire we feel
For that sweet kiss when shared our wounds would heal

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Words of pain with a voice filled with despair and sorrow
Carry a tear across space and time into every tomorrow
When told of loss or in feeling the claws of fear
When thinking of losing the love of some one so dear​

And when said without cause or reason known
Discomfort and sorrow when distrust is shown​

When in anger our words like knives cut
Although not long after regret is felt, but
Sometimes too late we find we have said
A word so wrong, a tear is shed​

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I sometimes wish I less did, or have to say
Then your trust and love I would have here to stay
Can a word be forgotten or forgiven in time
Even those I now with pen try to write in rhyme​

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Can my love for you be put to a word or two?
Will they ever thank or describe what I feel for you
Forgiveness I deg not once but a thousand fold
For desire and longing are what my heart hold​

For no mater what words you have to say to me
This much I know, my heart and soul will forever be
Within your hands to hold or willingly throw away​

And now wish I knew how to make you stay
No words to explain the stupidity of my words that day​

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© Vic 01 /2001