A Whispering

Written by: Christopher Steven Coan

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.