I dream of you, think of you, love you
in silence. The amalgamated showers
of love and desire dripping from the lips
of morning to kiss the leaves and flowers.
I touch you, caress you, embrace you
in silence. The walls of my mind
draped in dreamy musings of ponder.
Love is the heart's hope confined.
I come to you across the partition of time
in silence. The stillness is the fear
which makes my heart stop beating; and
I wonder: do you want me here?
I hold my breath, waiting and searching
in silence, for some sign across the skies;
and I wonder if I could see one better
if I could look deep into your eyes?
I wing my way through the days of my life
in silence and write daily in my scroll.
I rest my wings in the waters of paradise
to cool the fever which burns my soul.
I am - I live - I am an eternal summer
of silence. A million flowers blossom here
within the garden of love; and the zephyrs
gently touch the sweetness of my tear.
I am the silence of the silence in the silence,
which ever silently thinks on you.
I am the silence of the silence in the silence,
the sweet tear-drops of affection's dew.
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