2024-08-12

In a world where silence speaks so loud,

I wander through the words, both soft and proud.

Your language dances like a fleeting breeze,

But I don’t chase the meanings, won’t bend my knees.

Your voice, a gentle river flowing near,

Carries whispers wrapped in joy, tinged with fear.

Each sigh and laugh, a story spun in air,

Yet I resist the urge to linger there.

For understanding means to dissect the soul,

To place your essence in a crafted bowl.

But I seek the music, the rhythm of your heart,

Not the tangled threads where comprehension starts.

So speak, my dear, in tones that melt the night,

In colors that awaken stars to flight.

I grasp the warmth within your tender glow,

And find the beauty in the things we don’t know.

In the clamor of doubts, I choose to be free,

To cherish the you, and let the words just be.

For in the space where silence reigns supreme,

I hold you close, in a love that needs no theme.

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