there are
many girls
whom i could have
loved.
many for which
my pen has
tried
to find words
to match their
beauty.
a clumsy hand,
an untamed soul;
a juvenile mind,
a heart of gold.
i have wanted
to love,
but a clumsy hand
and a
juvenile mind
are scarcely equipped
for a beauty of their kind.
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