Your eyes speak to me, a soft calming word. Your lips, they resound, with my feelings in tow, you sing nothing for me, yet I hear the love you send. My heart is patient for kisses of passion. Even though you aren't singing, I feel the need to be close to you. I love your warm words of comfort. If I needed anything, I know you'd be there. If my soul was silent, I could join in your singing. A lamentation is what I hear on that walk past the graveyard that's near your house. I don't want to be sad. Hold me. Soothe me. Make me happier than I've ever been in my life. Your words are meaningless...because I like your song of silence, and I know what comes after it: love.
(I'm not even sure if that made sense, but there it is.)
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