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You can fill a room with poets to define a word. Tell them, "Fill your pages With sentimental slurs." Of hopes and dreams and wishes, of light and friends and laughter. Of different ways to sing out loud and the way you feel right after. But never have I come across a poem that can do all the things that happen when I get close to you. My eyes get caught, as does my breath, my heart beats twice as fast. I leave my mind, forget to speak While the time drives past. Then you move and I can see it cannot last forever, but at least I get a little time and am not left with never. Why is it that when my thoughts begin to become clear, I picture the two of us infinitely near? So I clear the webs and I confess that what you've read above was not meant as a poem, but as a note of love. I see a room of poets, trying to capture truth and never really finding it; The love I hide for you.