Those poems connecting us
Remain
Unwritten,
For they are relayed unspoken,
There
Amidst our
Senses.
Sacred
They remain.
Celestial energy.
Those poems connecting us
Remain
Unwritten,
For they are relayed unspoken,
There
Amidst our
Senses.
Sacred
They remain.
Celestial energy.
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.