Dear P, { And P is for Poem. }

I can explicate you,

replicate you,

tear you to pieces,

make you ceaseless,

but never could I force you to feel.

 

I could rhyme you,

time you,

quite deftly unwind you,

but never could I force the unreal.

 

Honestly:

My feelings for you are ceaseless,

thus I've studied each of your pieces

attempting merely to replicate

the poem in you I must explicate.

 

It's too unreal to simply unwind

and force this writing backwards in time,

pick and pull at all this rhyme

until I find your every line.

 

Dear P,

{ And P is for Poem, perhaps. }

I would explicate your replicated pieces

if it would make my feelings ceaseless.

 

Honestly:

All this rhyme takes too much time.

I need to unwind

and ignore the unreal in each of your lines.

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. oh gosh ... you are brilliant ... i've never read anything even close ... what a concept and what a rendition! ...