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...
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Author:
SerenWise (
Offline) - Published: September 16th, 2019 21:33
- Category: Love
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Comments4
Beautiful.
Some beautiful words weave their gentle magic around this reflection on romance - another sigh of a read Seren.
I read your piece several times and the picture which came into my mind was of awaking with ones partner and the sleepy coming together when words are not needed but sounds will out.
The promise of each morning's bliss.
very well writ.... and thoroughly enjoyed...
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