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At the concourse of my heart and mind, 
Come hurried words, halting at the turnstile. 
Variegated words waiting to blossom, 
Into splendiferous blooms of emotions. 
Waiting to extol your love, your warmth, 
To describe your iridescent radiance, 
To tell of the beauty of your soul, 
Words pile at the tunrstile of my lips. 
I took all the unspoken words, 
Treasuring them in a box for the future, 
That someday I will look back at love, 
And say here is what I have kept locked, 
Locked in the vault of my heart for this day. 
And for the day when we sit watching our sunset, 
And for the time when words are scant, 
And being together is all that matters.