Whispered
My words left unspoken
untold and alone
left as a secret,
written in stone.
Whispering with the wind,
through ears that don't hear.
Will one never know
how I love thee so, dear?
To think is to speak,
as breath is to air,
forgotten in time,
left in despair.
When life is determined
by the beat of a heart,
the truth will be spoken,
and with a kiss,
we'll depart.
