The Deepest Frustration

At some point all the words are said
and frustration sets in
as you stumble, still trying
to explain this love you feel,
as real as the horizon
and just as vast.

About this poem.

A love poem as a result (common to me) of not being able to find the words this morning. But as is often the case with my poems, it can also be a song to God. At its best, the two are intertwined.

Tom