Words
If we are quiet we can hear,
as ears were meant to hear
and eyes were meant to see.
If we are still, we can feel
A heart beating,
as your heart beats for me.
words are like feathers, soft
and lilting, high and low.
we are as birds- high and low,
wherever you are, I go.
So if you speak, speak softly
for throbbing stars and ancient moons
can hear the language of love.
And in the quiet afternoon,
words are not always needed.
pens and their blackest inks
Can only write so much,
but for You, i will write until I am sick
with the need to put down that pen
And feel You.
I will be your violin and
pour out musical notes, sweet
just as you are to me.You will be my tambourine
and we will make fine music
together.
For a word is a word
until meaning is shown,
and love is just love
until we have blossomed
And grown.
So if we speak, speak softly
but love, love strongly.
