We don't say a word - at least words with meaning,
For in the eyes of love, all words are absurd.
Your eyes dance, the energy subdues me,
Transfixed on the windows, to the depths of your being,
A mind so sharp, yet so rounded and supple,
Thoughts flowing through lips, that speak to my heart.
I'm speechless - and still we talk,
Both know we're falling,
The words we utter; a dance; symbolic
Of total immersion in each others minds.
Has it really been that long?
Walking away, you speak to me,
Caressing my mind with your spirit,
You give me the courage, to speak the unspoken...
As I craft these words, again we entwine,
Yet I still feel speechless,
For how can words convey that ineffable tangle,
Of two minds that are falling, yet bound by the sun.
Mar 30, 2013
Mar 30, 2013 at 9:29 AM UTC
We don't say a word - at least words with meaning,
For in the eyes of love, all words are absurd.
Your eyes dance, the energy subdues me,
Transfixed on the windows, to the depths of your being,
A mind so sharp, yet so rounded and supple,
Thoughts flowing through lips, that speak to my heart.
I'm speechless - and still we talk,
Both know we're falling,
The words we utter; a dance; symbolic
Of total immersion in each others minds.
Has it really been that long?
Walking away, you speak to me,
Caressing my mind with your spirit,
You give me the courage, to speak the unspoken...
As I craft these words, again we entwine,
Yet I still feel speechless,
For how can words convey that ineffable tangle,
Of two minds that are falling, yet bound by the sun.
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