Reverent

I stand before you,
tongue-tied and lovestruck,
the words once rehearsed,
winged by sweet luck.

I listen for a sign
clamouring from deep,
eloquence ablaze,
seasoned by sleep.

I palm you some lines
mellowed by sorrow,
lighting fresh intent,
dance on the morrow.

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