I Find It Difficult In Speaking
All I Want To Say To You
Knock The Wall Down And,
I Gently Let You Into My
Very Heart
For ‘Soul’ Is Too Harsh A Word
For What I Plan To Start

I Almost See You In A City
Where There Is A Mountain
A Golden City, Painted In
All Its Rusty Iron; Yet Still Shines
As White As Love Can Span
I Look At You Through An
Empty Bottle
So That Your Face Is Distorted
I Cannot See Your Eyes No More
I Cannot See Your Eyes No More
These Words, See,
Are Not What I Meant To Say
I Meant To Say Ten Different Things
All To Mean The Same.
Perhaps If You Really Love Me
You’ll Know What They Mean
Annie Cordelia Adams