Sweetest Language

Sweetest Langauge

If Love Doth Speak

In the Sweetest Language Of its own,

‘Tis then in Honesty

That it speaks to me,

To my Heart,

With Tremors of Breath,

And Shudders of Pleased Delight;

Yet never let it Cease to Whisper,

Lest I be unable to Breathe

By its Loss.

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~Morgan~
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Beautiful Original Artwork by: Cindy Grundsten

10 Comments

  1. As there is shadow of every form, a re-echo of every sound, and a reflection of every light, the exists a re-impression of everything one sees, hears, or perceives. But as it takes a poet’s mind to grasp a wording, or a musician’s ears to sense the overtone of a sound, an artist’s eyes to recognise the form from its shadow,an d a keen sight toto distinguish the degree of reflection of light, so it takes a special soul to see through the things of life.

    Could you recognise yourself, here?

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