A Whispering
Sweetest voice that I await,
Springtime suites you best,
For as a bloom that bursts to life
Are you within my chest.
Never has a whisper slipped
That falls so gracefully;
Spoken from your perfect lips,
A word is proud to be.
The ocean breathes your very breath;
You speak--the waters move.
Yea, the breaking of the waves--
Grace is all you do.
Copyright © Christopher Steven Coan | Year Posted 2011
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