Whisper

Look at you, look at me, look at us.
By and by,
We sigh,
But our words fade to dust.

We two, all else is barren waste.
Soft and gentle,
Sentimental,
Hand caressing face.

We speak, but talk with eyes.
Quiet nothing,
Telling something,
As our hearts play in the skies.

At this time, a look will serve,
For coming lips,
Beautiful gifts,
That I do not deserve.

For me, but one will ever do.
Gentle soft,
Whispering soft,
You, oh you, my you.

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