Catching your eye as we stroll through the crowd
I squeeze your hand and whisper...
Watching a movie packed tight with strangers
I stroke your thigh and whisper...
Driving a long highway, no place to stop
I kiss your neck and whisper...
Back home at last and it's so good to know
there's no need for quiet anymore, 'though
even now I'll whisper for you...
and so...
(5.30.06)
An embracing poem, wakes up the senses, very zesty and alive this one Thankyou again Esther Love Duncan X
ESTHER...FINE CRAFTSMANSHIP HERE...EXRESSIONS OF PASSION SO BEAUTIFULLY DETAILED IN A STELLAR USE OF IMAGERY...YOU ROCK ESTHER...LOVE YOUR FLAIR...'''''''''''''''FRANK
Love the repitition of the whisper and the way you left the last line so open - a romantic write indeed. Warmest wishes, Justine
Whisper is a beautiful word. It brings up fragile images of magic and mystery. Excellent poem, Esther. Love, Sandra
A whisper, oh so romantic, I love this sweet poem.---Melvina--
Like a gentle perfume fragrance in a room, this poem leaves a beautiful fragrance of love in the air. Delicate, sensual, loving - - just beautiful.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A whisper of love. Romance lives on! Splendid!