If your words were silent and the poetry of your declarations uttered mute, what other proof would I have of this thing called love?
I would gaze above looking into your eyes, but upon realization my hopes will quickly shatter
I would gather my words to call out your name, looking for your hands to join mine. Yet I will stand in disappointment only to find the emptiness that grasps at my fingertips
I would search far and wide, with my heart in tow, seeking wisdom from the blind
But my quest will be in vain, because the sad truth lies only in the love between my hips… where your love resides.
-Bobbie Leigh
Sep 28, 2014
Sep 28, 2014 at 12:18 AM UTC
If your words were silent and the poetry of your declarations uttered mute, what other proof would I have of this thing called love?
I would gaze above looking into your eyes, but upon realization my hopes will quickly shatter
I would gather my words to call out your name, looking for your hands to join mine. Yet I will stand in disappointment only to find the emptiness that grasps at my fingertips
I would search far and wide, with my heart in tow, seeking wisdom from the blind
But my quest will be in vain, because the sad truth lies only in the love between my hips… where your love resides.
-Bobbie Leigh
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