Overworked
When the words have all been used
Wondering what can I say, what can I do
Overwhelmed, confused, and quite askew
How do I explain that I love only you
I’ve said it all before, a hundred times
In poetry, verse, and many rhymes
In this moment, feeling quite bemused
I desire words to touch your heart and amuse
Leaving you without doubt or worry
Not over the top or too flowery
Nothing cliche or overworked
Words fresh and new that invoke
All the love I hold in my heart for you
Now and forever only you shall I pursue
Covert Novelist 
This is so sweet and very realistic..
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Thank you very much.
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You are welcome!
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A heartwarming post
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Thank you very much. I greatly appreciate that.
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Some of us never seem to run out of words. It’s a sort of curse. At least to those who have to listen 🙂
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Haha!
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great commitment….
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Thank you.
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