How?
What's the word?How? .Stop and start. Start and stop.Brain is locked; Ideas are blank.Words won't flow; Soul won't sing.Inadequate in everything. "She's an angel," I sayThese gross hands are just blocks.I need a fine razor,I have only an axe. She is precious and fine,And I'm just a clutz,She's such a great treasure,My crate just won't do. A princess at the ball,Me, the court jester,Her grace pulling all eyes,me just the laughter. She is...