Romance poem, meant to take poetry out of romance & show love as everyday and ordinary.
A kiss on the soul, crafted
From the wishes of a steadfast heart.
When my love whispers, his ardor surrounds me
Like delightfully fragrant summer breeze.
What does he whisper?
You are my joy, my Gaia.
Long have I searched for
My treasure, and she is you.
How does he whisper?
There are smiles in his eyes
When we meet; and he follows
My trivialities with interested ears.
This is the man to whom I bow.
My Adonis, my Apollo...and yet,
He speaks to me of mundane things,
And I revel in the ordinariness of his world.
My love charms without charming,
And others sing his praise.
My love acts; and his deeds fill the pages
Of my heart as words could never do.
What is a whisper?
A glimpse into the soul of a man.
A woman lifting the veil from her eyes.
When we whisper together, "My heart for yours."
So I wait in silence, and he with me,
Til deed by deed, we recognize each other.
His heart for mine, my heart for his,
Bound for e're in a love that needs no words.