Whispers of Love
Whether young or old it breathes.
Hearing within the heart murmurs.
Intelligence rejects what it wreathes.
Sense shall not detect any termers.
Piercing your will, it ultimately gains.
Each hint shall gather more strength.
Repetitive pulse of unknown pains,
Searching to reach hearts length.
Our spirit, soul has no reason why.
Fear may set the fire or make a sigh.
Loneliness shall encourage the feeling.
One may recognize mysterious reeling.
Victimized, helpless of its dealing,
Each step grows closer, to its revealing.
written by Cecil Hickman
Copyright © Cecil Hickman | Year Posted 2014
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