A Love That Sings in Silence
She sits alone on a wooden bench,
gaze fixed towards the setting sun,
her molten hair flowing down in
volcanic fury. Beyond her lies a
half-naked dogwood still preparing
for summer. My vision is fixed
on the monstrance-like radiance
of her dazzling smile.
What occupies her thoughts,
to cause such beauty expressed?
A reckless hope I dare entertain,
foolishly considering that it could
be me. I make no sound, lest
Beauty be disturbed. No sound
do I make, save for Love's
pounding drum within my breast.
In my heart I pray, that one day
to that selfsame beat she might
sing her lovely song.
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