The Times We Met …

There is a lot that speaks,
In the silence we behold,
There is a lot that peeks,
In our gaze blind-fold.

Every last meet does display,
A gentle touch goodbye,
And a smile to convey.

An un-reaching kiss,
For eyes that can read,
Thy ever-charming bliss.

Every time i see you walk through that door,
I’d gasp a breath to shiver n hold,
With a wish to watch you glow ever so more,
A glimpse I’d never want to withhold.

When you touch my skin,
Every inch alerts through,
Quiver runs from toe to chin.

With your peck on my cheek,
A dimple discovers its way,
Knocking my knees to go so weak.

You can hold my hand all day long,
And comfort me with a never ending tease,
Your compassion makes me feel so strong,
There’s none that I’d ever need to please.

When you boss me over and around,
Telling me to strive hard with glee,
This ensures a peaceful surround.

For i know you’ll always be there,
To help me when i fall to the ground,
And comfort me with your sweet care.

There maybe nothing told,
For it is silence that speaks,
Thus everything shall unfold,
In words we bespeak.

-Adelene Coelho

About Adelene Dsilvahttps://adelenecoelho.wordpress.comIf you are in love with a writer, You will always live in their words.

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