I can hear your whisper,
upon the breeze,
and see your smile,
in the sun.
I touch your kisses,
by the dew,
as the meadow lark,
sings his song.
I can smell your fragrance,
upon pedaled stems,
and the color abundance,
shows your joy.
I feel your tears,
when it rains,
soft, salty,
and warm.
I will always listen,
to how you speak to me,
silent purity,
upon my heart.
Jan 22, 2015
Jan 22, 2015 at 6:26 PM UTC
I can hear your whisper,
upon the breeze,
and see your smile,
in the sun.
I touch your kisses,
by the dew,
as the meadow lark,
sings his song.
I can smell your fragrance,
upon pedaled stems,
and the color abundance,
shows your joy.
I feel your tears,
when it rains,
soft, salty,
and warm.
I will always listen,
to how you speak to me,
silent purity,
upon my heart.
