He Whispers

The succor accorded to his words

He whispers sweet nothings for my eyes,
In a turn of a phrase, in a well chosen word,
In secrets he’s found from a voice never heard,
He captures the essence that garners my sighs,
Then he whispers sweet nothings for my eyes.

If eyes are the windows of the soul,
His words are like light in a darkening place,
His phrases gently fill a long empty space,
Taking the pieces and making them whole,
His words enter the window of my soul.

Continue to whisper sweet nothings for my eyes,
I have longed to see such words written for me
I have come so far and I wish to be free
His words bring a joy that makes my heart sigh
Continue to whisper sweet nothings for my eyes.