A poem prepared in champagne and lace, so delicately romantic. Passion committed to words was something she needed.

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A poem prepared in champagne and lace, so delicately romantic. Passion committed to words was something she needed.
To write we must feel the words; we must speak a language of intimate feel.
All the great words - love, joy, happiness, were just a cocktail of experience in life.
The morbid silence was alive between their words.
I love you, please help me understand the emotion behind the words. I don't know if I've ever really known.
The sound of laughter is beyond words, reminding us we are human.
This was, in words simply contentment, unlike any other, feel these quiet moments with me. Stay a few minutes and look at the stars.
Has this mind, replete with ideas, perished? Pardon this gush of sorrow; words are but the example of anguish.
Uttering a few unintelligible words I don't yet possess the language to articulate the emotion, the loss, the anger.
The inexhaustible song of light was indefinable and vaguely recognizable if I had only heard it in words.