Your eyes tell
with a smokey glance,
of the love
your lips seldom
Speak.
Strong arms hold me
in the night,
bringing peace of mind
and knowledge of your heart.
In passing
we brush each other,
your hand
a sweet whisper on my skin.
Each day you tell
of your love,
without a word
a gentle smile, a tender kiss.
In the night
when fires burn,
your soft words mean more
for seldom having been spoken.
By: Graci