He tries

He tells me how he feels
ashamed as he explained his
struggle to find the right words
to express his love for me.
Behind every cliché line and
overused metaphors he scribbled
on the Christmas card he gave,
I know there is something so
precious between us that language
itself can’t name. So I treasure
every word he gives me like
they are pieces of himself,
because, goddamit, at least he tries.

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