Sweet Whispers

The day has begun, you are constantly on the run, the day to day consumes your mind, blurry vision. Tedium of routine sucks your soul; you sink you sink you fret you think, Sweet whispers. What is it that you forget? Is life so hectic, a maze of activity with no end, no regret? Is that your love life? Or your future to be? Is this how you see it in 2023.? Tick Tick Tick time passes by, your man stands obtuse with no reason why. The lady, remember gentleman, that you have denied, the passion, the fun, the clouds in the sky? Where is your passion, your flame, where are the sweet whispers, who is to blame? Love you for you then love her for her but never forget passion is no blur. It is simply the investment in love, the wanting, the feeling, the smile, the wave, the text, the call, the tender moments never the same. The unexpected, the expected, the passion the flame, this is love may it never wane. You are the blanket the slippers, the comfort the man, stand up be heard, show your love take a stand, Sweet whispers. You will realize and know that love is not fleeting but will only grow, love is repeating. You have no love in your life you say, it does not matter love everyday. You have been touched by love before remember? That feeling of warmth of torture and turmoil washed away with tears of joy as your man makes your day. Love is of a repeated existence like breathing you can ignore it but it will always be there. You can not deny it, you can not delay it, you will try to control it, you can not belay it. Once in love or currently be, future love it will always see, that your worthy of love, of passion, of flame, of consideration, of the little things in life that always explain, that you are on my mind and you will always will be, fore that is love, cannot you see? Sweet whispers. Do not fret, nor worry or fear for love is always, it will never disappear. Celebrate love in its many ways, its crazy, its wild its passionate flame, never let it be just once a year live life large and have no fear for love is always close, and not just for a day, it is forever love not just a dream it is reality if you desire it to be. Sweet whispers….Poetry by Dean.