if words could soothe

If words could soothe the thing that stings that throat that totes that ache that takes you out of sorts distorts the heaven mostly you exhort, I’d find remark exact embark to mark your path to wellness fell your dark in turn return your spark.

But lo we know it’s not canto what pours restores implores rigour delightful soar of yours.

We know is nature’s course of course not fond discourse nor force nor self-enhanced remorse will revivify your sigh (magnificent oh-my) your tender smart decry on which I deferentially rely.

But.

Were words a salve for ailments slight or cold, I’d poem bold expound cajole a litany untold of paragraphs paroled to mollify whatever sniffle cough or ache could likely be extolled by impudence unfold.

Were comfort doled by nouns’ foretold, I’d steep tremendous pot of steaming exposition told, pile syntax uncontrolled, shore utterance and comment by your door, and ever-pray for cure, rapport, and more.