Words

Good words are few in number,

Yet somehow in their presence,

A world is illuminated,

Freed from the dark.

Without them,

Expression would lack meaning,

And it's attempt at creativity,

Would be all in vain.

Yet still,

These masterpieces of the pen,

Will never tell the full story,

Of a heart, not a brain.

Love is more than four letters,

It is a whirlwind of worry,

A tornado of despair,

With winds of sorrow.

Love is more than a word,

It is a culmination of joy,

A collection of happiness,

With an essence of soul.

One word will never express,

The layers of this onion.

Words will never tell,

The beauty of two hearts uniting.

But alas,

We poets try,

And without words,

We could do little else with our mind.