love is a blessing, a virtue, a gift
of no longer drowning, but floating adrift
in a storm of fervour, a whirlwind of feeling
a friendship and love of warmth and healing
a shared comfort in the moon and the night
and an endearing embrace that feels so right
just you and me and the stars
listening to the sound of our beating hearts
YOU ARE READING
silent whispers | o.h.
Poetrythoughts that whisper in my mind buried deep, it's hard to find screams for attention so desperate and violent yet to others its deathly silent * * * {Monthly Updates} | On hold
