Love's Promise

It is sad when you realize words are powerless to express what is truly upon your heart, or when flowers fail to lend their wonderous beauty to speak the emotions that elude your breath. But somewhere woven in among the awkwardness of loves timid promise there is a smile. And from that smile all doubt is empoverished. For there can be no justice in bridling love with words or tokens. For love speaks not of these things, but whispers in soft glances and falls each morning like dew drops upon your soul. Is each day born anew, and is comfortable in a moment of silence.