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