He couldn't find a voice to speak with

I am sorry princess I'm so slow

in loving.

Believe me, it is inexperience,

this inability to show affection,

the long minutes without words

and then a clumsy pinch perhaps

while sipping wine, while all the

time I thought "Tell her!" But didn't.

Instead thought and tugged

as boys I'm told do

in adolescence,

but didn't say, 

"I have traveled here miles, it is so cold outside, to be near you

without plan or strategem in my head,

I know I appear dead, sulky

and silent

but my greatest need is to be with you without speaking.

I cannot talk in person, I converse on phones

eyes unseen and then say what in person remains unsaid.

I'm a sad and moody self and your buoyancy lifts my life.

No not mistake my silence".

I am speechless in two ways.

If a third I would not attend

your knitting

sitting putting on a button, so.

The plastic flower rearranged.

Her glasses, new, perched on her nose that I know

would receive my kiss if I would give it.

But I still sit spellbound possibilities

and amazed at my own dullness.

But do not be deceived.

In my head are a thousand words for each and every lovesong.

(Lou Reed)

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