The softest sigh,
Scraps and fragments
Of an unfettered gasp,
Half-murmured words
tumble...
From your divine mouth,
From those lips I love,
That hold a secret.
Perchance
I were to seek it -
I would offer a kiss,
And in the quiet moment of
parting...
When the world
For a single instant
Stands still in reverence,
I would learn -
It\'s not a secret after all,
It is a promise...