I want to sing something-- but this is all-- <br />I try and I try, but the rhymes are dull <br />As though they were damp, and the echoes fall <br />Limp and unlovable. <br /> <br />Words will not say what I yearn to say-- <br />They will not walk as I want them to, <br />But they stumble and fall in the path of the way <br />Of my telling my love for you. <br /> <br />Simply take what the scrawl is worth-- <br />Knowing I love you as sun the sod <br />On the ripening side of the great round earth <br />That swings in the smile of God.<br /><br />James Whitcomb Riley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-scrawl/
