Poetry of Heart
A name, it echoes
Within the shadows of my heart,
But too strong it returns,
And I cannot speak it.
For you to be near, all life is silent.
As to hear you, perfection,
Where ears only long and wait
But for some whisper to know your soul.
To speak, to hear…
Though to feel you present,
My existence takes pause
Of movement, breath, thought,
The better to feel in every space of spirit
How you touch my heart.
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