A gentle definition, a saga of passion filled parentheses, an ordeal of epic occasion. A description deemed unconquerable. Pencil scrawls that lack the ability to encompass the mass of the pertinent bombshell; no Shakespeare, Milton, or Tennyson can develop the harpish sound of my dictating heartbeat.
A tear cannot embrace the magnitude of the emotion, and laughter fails just as readily.
The two together, though, might manage a symphony of emotion that will only just pass for a footnote of the occasion.
But words? Words are useless.
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