Pritha's pomes

Some rhyme, romance and a wee bit reason maybe, bear with me ?

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There are words and still more words,

Yet, for my thoughts they will never suffice.

There are moments when time stood still,

And memories that still take me by surprise.

There is beauty in the joy of love.

The bliss of knowing no guilt or shame.

But in all this cacophony around me,

It is in my silence, when I call out thy name.