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Whispers of the Mountains
Written: August 10, 2023
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In their silence, the mountains stand tall.
Guardians of secrets—protectors of all
Their peaks reach high, touching the sky.
A haven of serenity—where spirits can fly
Before I let this night slip into dawn's lap,
Let me embrace you, my love, with a tender clap.
For the mountains, in their majestic grace,
Nurture our spirits in their quiet space.
Oh, how they whisper tales untold,
Stories of ancient times, of warriors bold,
Of love and loss, of triumph and defeat,
The mountains hold secrets—so bittersweet.
Before I let this night slip away,
Let me hold you close; let our love sway.
For the mountains cognize a love so deep,
That even the stars envy and weep.
Let me love you more, my dear.
Than any poet who writes with cheer,
At random the moon and its lunar glow,
Our love, my love, outshines all the sonnets that may flow.
Mountains witness our passion embrace,
They view passion in every trace.
And understand the depth of our devotion.
And how it fuels our hearts' endless motion.
Before I let this night turn to dawn's light,
Let me cherish you, my love, with all my might.
For the mountains, in their silent ways,
Remind us of love's eternal blaze.
Whispers of the mountains, so gentle and kind,
Guide us through life with love intertwined.
Their wisdom—such ancient rivers, flows
Leading us to where our hearts can glow.
So, before I let this night slip away,
Let me love you a little more, I pray.
Mountains, in their silence, nurture the spirit.
And in their presence—love finds its merit.
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