The early-morning sun
Testifies
To the beauty
That lingers in your heart,
And soothing words,
Sweetly muttered,
To the calm in you,
Like the gently-flowing stream,
To the hidden beauty in mystery
And that unsung love.
The bird sings in whispers,
For fear of awakening you,
Sings its love quietly,
For you, for the beauty,
For the quietuede,
Of times spent with you,
And for the unsung love,
It sings its songs in soothing whispers,
And n whispers, I too shall sing my love,
For that special one.
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