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Rythm
If I fall short of your expectations, if all I can do is cry,
If the words don't come out properly, but you can see the love in my eyes,
If my soul cries louder than words can explain, yet my love and heart remain close,
If silence is the only way through while in my heart I already know,
We are closer than any every day conversation, and the rhythm of love is our tune,
Erasing the assumptions without judgement, giving less room to move,
When all we have ever known and seen is just that, over and over again,
And instead we choose not to lose that love, and silence becomes our friend,
When we value the other so deeply that mere words cannot even describe,
The connection means more than anything after we see the love through their eyes.
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Cortney Bartholomew
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