If Words Fail…
then please don’t read this.
Continue not what you’re doing for
everything senseless it holds.
If my lips would part yet no sound
echoes, by all means shut those curtain folds.
If the sun shines, and the moon beams.
If the wind whispers while nightingales sing
yet the loudest noise I make nothing…
Then please, LISTEN TO THIS —
Listen to how my hands hold yours,
how my arms embrace your entirety.
Listen to how my eyes gaze upon your soul
in moments your hair brushes my cheeks.
Listen to how I smell without perfume or how my
cooking tastes in our picnics under the stars.
Listen to every kiss, every smile, every hug, every day.
Listen to where you hid my heart and I yours.
Because If Words Fail… these would tell you which way.