If I had words for it
There would be a 100 books
A hundred-thousand word each
To get you within my reach
Stories from the tongue-tied
Hoping it would spell-bind
Not just heart but mind
That never look this way
Each book a new leap
Their pages portals to you
If it only it were that easy
But they are only phantoms
And can never really exist
For I have no pen or ink
And worse – no words
To write or even think