In my heart there is a whisper of your name, and it speaks when I am sleeping , and when I'm awake it sings me on.
But on those nights when speech is difficult,
and words are expressed by rose petals and extended arms,
it's all about you.
Those days when a blue-green sky is bulging out from under grey clouds.
And you step foot into a misty wold,
you search for soul in conversation,
and the sun like a dying ember glistens by the rain.
It captures itself in eyes of any color which I find staring back at me.
But these moments are all about you...
Entangling the you and me and knotting up our spirits,
chasing those whispers from my heart to a silent "I love you" in my ear.
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