Unspoken Words

Love is a powerful thing, but sometimes the words are harder to say

Your voice pulls me in,

Like the soft summer’s song.

Your deep oceanic eyes,

Pulling me into their gentle tide.

How long can I wait,

To tell you what I need you to hear,

And put an end to all my silver fears.

The fears that seal my lips,

And bar my soul,

Against your brilliant gaze.

Waiting to say the words,

And clear the weary haze.