Whispers

by Jay Mink - Libra

Whispers, so softly, the whispers,
Those words spoken sweetly at night.
Whispers, so softly, the whispers,
Promises made at twilight.

Of love, of desire,
Of passion's warm fire.
Of kisses so sweet,
When e'er we shall meet.

On the path in the forest,
In the eve, near the stream,
By the soft rushing waters,
Under silvery moonbeams.

The words of sweetly spoken,
Of lifes splended devise,
Are accepted with gladness,
From the look in your eyes.

Though your answers are wordless,
I hear them, just the same.
For your look is what tells me,
That your heart is aflame.

Listen, my darling, these sweet things I say,
And carry them with you,
Through the night, through the day.
Whispers, so softly, the whispers,
Those loving words spoken at night.

Birth sign: Libra
Date created: 2001-03-26 23:40:24
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:43:53
Poem ID: 61315

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