In my dreams you hold my hand
And from your eyes i see
Tears softly falling
like droplets of dew.
A wind howls, a bird sings.
That is a beautiful song!
The voice tinkles the strings
Of my heart. the light caress
Drive me home
Solemnly, we look into each other`s eyes:
Smiling, smiling....
No words were needed
To describe
The fathom of feeling-
Whispering vibrations
Stirs our centre of heaven.
A fascinating heading...and the true hidden language of love...
Nameyiae...congratulations!
A wonderful way of describing love, milton ~
U made it so hidden in the beginning, before revealing it slowly and elegantly. Powerful ending lines ~
And yes, interesting creatiion of the title.!
Whispering: I like this very much ~
Smilesz.
Dear Milton A very sensitive description of the Language of Love. Myra