© 2003, Wanda L. Harrell

Darling, when I simply speak your name, my entire world seems to stand still for just a moment as the notions and memories of passion emerge, ripping my breath away and saturating every grain of my being with your essence. When my voice finally finds strength to offer your name, it is spoken in soft and reverent tones from the depths of my very soul, so the sound of it rises to the heavens where it belongs, blending with the wispy clouds and touching the dazzling stars.  In words more simply spoken, when I speak your most wonderful name, I am also saying that I love you.