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Yeah, I don't write love poems. But today I was in a weird mood. In about ten minutes, these aberrations just happened.



If I could only speak to you
You would know my love is true
I care for you and want to know
Everything about your soul
Whisper now beneath the trees
Of journeys found amidst the breeze
Talk to me beneath the skies
And let me hear your whispered sighs
I'll tell you all my secrets, too
We'll trust like when the world was new
And it could even be a part
Of something closer to the heart
Oh tell me that you'll listen to the beliefs that I hold
Sit close to me and I'll protect your heart now from the cold
The past is full of bitter things
But listen, now, a new bird sings
And tells you of another life
Away from pain, away from strife
Come, oh please now, hold my hand
As we race across this land
My heart is yours; my love is true
I hope that you might love me too




Your eyes
Your hair
They whisper out and make me care

Your laugh
Your talk
They haunt my footsteps as I walk

You are so nice
You are so kind
Your love has come to make me blind




Gold and gems cannot compare
To the beauty of my love's hair

Swans and eagles cannot face
The awe that is my loved one's grace

Harps and drums sound all so wrong
Compared to my love one's song

The purest of the clear-blue skies
Are lower than my loved one's eyes

Of any sound, if there was choice
I'd choose to hear my love one's voice