Word Made Flesh
No words can now engage
your love for me a day;
but I will be the page
who turns, and turns away.
The word who has no ends
is born this judgement day;
and what the flesh transcends
will comfort, and will sway.
No words will ever save
my love for you a day;
but I'll go to my grave
in love, and to love's clay.
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