quietly it will lay down in meadows
where dragonflies flit amid flowers
silent the sweet words that dance
though corridors of my thoughts
quiet...shhhh...silent is my love
my love for you
gentle are the memories of us
moonlight streaming across the lake
through my open window silver drops
of starlight bathing bare scented skin
like the love words you whispered
with “that voice” melting me to liquid lust
shhhhh....love flows warm and silent
quiet is my love for you
my love is.... and that is all
love is enough, even when quiet
in silence it still screams your name
and i know you can yet hear its call
from the cusp of a sweet dream
and in moonlit memory’s quietude
of lovers' soft voices carried on the wind
This is a sweet and telling poem.. Love may be the underlying foundation; however...it comes in gentle and quiet breezes... I enjoyed this one. lindalaw
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Newfie hugs, Rose
Regis