Saturday, August 28, 2010

Day eighteen

Sentimental

I love you.
Your chest expands
as I hug
you and I
feel you breath.
The smell of
your hair reminds
me of botanical
gardens. Your voice
is music of
course. Your eyes
the color of
two swirling oceans
blue and green.
you are nothing
less than perfect.
It's too easy
to say these
things. Too cliche
to say cliche.
But nothing I
say means anything.
It's the silence
that says everything.
The way we
both stare into
each other devour
another in stillness,
The pure silence
of the world
surrounds us both
and nothing disturbs
this purely human
harmony. Only our
smile or laughter
compels us to
return. like ripples
in a pond
and remind us
we aren't in
a fleeting dream.

15:11



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