Our love cannot be
Written in a poem.
The mere thought
Of it makes my heart tremble.
It is those words left unspoken,
Unwritten
Floating free
Between the ink and paper.
It is omnipresent
Yet
Cannot be possessed.
Our love cannot be
Written in a poem.
The mere thought
Of it makes my heart tremble.
It is those words left unspoken,
Unwritten
Floating free
Between the ink and paper.
It is omnipresent
Yet
Cannot be possessed.
You touch me
And I hold my breath
Not wanting to make a sound.
Your eyes hold me.
They keep me up.
I find I’m floating
Above the ground.
Your soul whispers
“Come out and Play.”
In response
I cannot stay.
I am found.
Your heart plays a melody.
I find myself dancing
To a song that has been silent
An eternity
It seems.
Your lips speak my name.
In response
I will never be the same.
I am whole.