These are but vain attempts to express, by one who wears her heart on her sleeve. Words, much like love, can be ever elusive... ever frustrating... like trying to paint a million stories on a single canvass. If you will read, please do not ask. Just feel. Or at least try to. The meaning is, whatever you have felt to be there, or the lack thereof :)

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my soul is poised on the verge of flight
    merely awaiting its wings.
when with pen and paper, i start to write
  it flies, it soars, it sings.
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