How softly
You whisper, the song.
Like, falling ......snowflakes.
Or the calm, before the storm.
Words, that still a heart.
When lust
precludes, common sense.
It empowers,
passions .....eternal flame.
And, a symphony, fills .....the air!
And I'll never hear it.
Sung, again
Does your love, still flow.
Giajl © Jim Love