Words are, by far, the fairest form,
And I can prove it too!
The senses cannot outperform
What is the pen's purview.

Because sight sees only three,
And sound – a lonely twelve.
Touch knows only pain or not;
Taste and smell grow old.

Darling, words don't ever end!
In fact, there aren't enough
To begin to comprehend
The sheer magnitude of stuff.

So if you take the time to learn
Their meaning, one by one,
Then I will play my part in turn
And dance with them on your tongue.

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