Without Words Poem by Andre Brown

Without Words

Your presence speaks in whispers to my soul
Your beauty is a sight to behold
The elegance of your essence transcends the present tense
Hence my infatuation, actions, weakness and strength
My every waking breath is spent sewing the seeds I reap
There's so much I want to tell you without words because talk is cheap

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