Though your tongue is hidden
In the pit of your belly;
Before the ears of the mortal,
Your strange sounds utter...
But the truth of your noisy silence I gather
Through volumes of unspoken words
In the radiance of your eyes
And passion of your lips
...
I bow before my gentle promise
And remind you of my spoken words;
''I won't say goodbye
Until my dying breath..."
This I swear.
All Writing.Com images are copyrighted and may not be copied / modified in any way. All other brand names & trademarks are owned by their respective companies.
Generated in 0.10 seconds at 12:55pm on Nov 08, 2024 via server WEBX2.