What is a Whisper?
A fingerprint on the soul, crafted
From the wishes of a steadfast heart.
When my love whispers, the strength of
His ardor cloaks me like Mithril armor.
He leans close to me and I hear:
You are my joy, my Gaia.
Long have I searched for
My treasure, and she is you.
He gazes at me and I see:
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.
We’re an island in a sea of humanity.
Glimpse the soul of man,
The veil lifting from woman’s eyes
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 forever in a love that needs no words.