Lois Baldwin Poet Free verse

Words Fail Me

Softly, softly, my love,
do your fingers trace
the fullness of my cheek,
trailing a message,
a whisper, as soft as new down.

I open my lips to speak
sweet words of love,
but hear only, a sigh come forth.
Words fail me.

Deeply, deeply my love,
do your warm eyes
seek the depths of my own,
speaking a message,
a murmur, in silent prose.

I open my lips to speak
sweet words of love,
but hear only, a sigh come forth.
Words fail me.

I yield, I yield, I yield.

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Beata Agustin June 27, 2026 at 12:08 AM Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.