I Am Listening Your Whisper
Listening, I’m listening carefully
A secret is whispering in my heart
What you’re trying to tell me my love,
I’m listening, your whisper in my heart
I hear footsteps even from a distance
I know it is yours when they are getting nearer
I smell your scent even from far
I feel your presence even before you get closer my reach
I touch my face when I smile
To teach my fingers to see like eyes
When I touch your face they tell me how
You are radiantly smiling, when I sing to you
You pick a flower and say it is a jasmine
And put it on my long hair
And call me “my white jasmine”
Hug me and shower with your passionate kisses
You cuddle me sometime and recite
Dorothea Mackellar's“ Colours of light”
Or de la mare’s “Silver”, my favorite.
Though beauty of colours I cannot see,
I feel them through your musical stream
All these days I misjudge my God, but
When I feel your deep love, I know
The God truly loves me, I feel it too.
Both I cannot see but only how my heart feels
World is a beautiful place you say
I do not need eyes of my own to see
I will see everything through yours, My love
Colours of love in this whole universe
Every moment I dream your touch and your smell
A secret is whispering in my heart
Copyright © Manel Gunatillake | Year Posted 2013
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