The man with nothing
Once upon a time, there was a man with nothing to his name, but the knowledge of a thousand words for love.
Love, he murmured to the woman with the pale veined hands.
Undying devotion, he proclaimed to the woman with small dark curls on the nape of her neck.
Feverish passion, he groaned to the woman with the beauty mark on the cradle of her hip.
Then one day, he met the thousand and first woman,
The one he would have gladly given all his words for.
But he had only ever known a thousand words,
And there was nothing left for her.