The whisper the wind brings,
A silence so sweet
A voice no one can hear,
But it is the one to fear…
He is all alone in the dark,
The only light is the pearlescent moon
The thought of her, in his mind lingers
He can only grasp at the air,
as she passes through his fingers.
Empty grasps, but there is nothing there
To hold her in his arms forever,
To kiss her lips so soft and so sweet
Without her, he is far from complete.
She notices now that she was hurt,
If not for that innocent flirt.
A love so deep, deep within her heart,
A thought if only they had never part.
He knows its wrong, but to make it right,
He would dare not lose her without a fight.
He had been hurt, but had a passion,
but changed as though it were a fashion.
He gained the courage, so very little knew,
It brought fear and a passion so deep,
She was a woman he had to keep.
To hear the whisper, a silence so sweet…
With these crimson tears he was complete.
This post was submitted by Myrone Moyo.