Listen
Posted on in romance
If she could whisper her secrets inside your heart and and your heart were strong enough to contain the echo, she would call out, “Hello … hello? Is there anybody home? Because I have something to say, something to tell you.”
Because you would be silent, wouldn’t you? Perhaps there hiding in your chambers, perhaps not; but silent either way.
(Oh, and by the way, this is a fairy tale after all, so don’t later recall it as fact, nor even fancy. Entertaining the impossible is always a dangerous pursuit, and don’t you forget it.)
She would listen intently then, because she knows your reticence, that vellum skin you wear so smartly. And when she was finally satisfied that she had your heart all to herself she would whisper. She would whisper to your heart what she dare not say out loud:
That you are loved more deeply than you can possibly fathom. That she sees your battles and fights beside you. That she knows your strength and feeds from it like wanton, bledout barrack. That she witnesses your joy, feels it, savors it, drinks her belly full of it and knows God. That you are her wellspring, her warranty, her covenant. You are the man who who almost didn’t show up.
And you would hear the wonder, sweet on lips, when she whispers: “But you did, didn’t you? You showed up just for me.”
She then whispers her love.
October 30th, 2008 2:47 pm
Love-drenched verse that touches my heart. Considering the source, it is no wonder.
November 4th, 2008 7:27 pm
wow. wowee. golly gee. golly jeepers. how do u do it? your talent is without limits. i want to have your children.