Every curse and prayer I utter,
Every book, both false and true,
Every sentence made for longing,
Is my silent gift to you.
Every letter ever posted,
Every language in the land,
Every line in all the sonnets,
Is my offer for your hand.
Every pledge in grief and honour,
Every wish from womb to grave,
Every heart-felt vow that's taken,
Is a promise that I gave.
Every word I might have spoken,
Every act that can not be,
Every poem I can't write you,
I leave the world to speak for me.