Out of the silence borne of fascination,
Comes a wondrous experience,
For, within it, comes beauty…
And truth comes clearly…
Sometimes enough to disturb or lift the soul…
And here am I, a lover of truth,
Whether as the herald of agony or ecstasy,
Yet should it come, with the purity of a lover's kiss,
Let it be unto me with the flavour of romance,
Borne of a precious, unique and perfect love…
For in the silence, when I look at the one I love,
All manner of words wither within me,
I cannot speak, beauty has consumed me,
It is only now, through poetry,
That words return… and all I dare say is,
I LOVE YOU…
Denis Martindale March 2017.
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