Alone in my room,
but not in my heart,
the silence is roaring
against the murmur
of conversations past.
Leafing through pages,
unintelligible words compared
to the clarity or your silence.
My words enough volume for two,
but I am not privy to the
inner whisperings of your soul.
Secret in your own right,
yet so connected to my being—
your presence is astounding,
and heartily accepted.
Tongues weighted by thought,
and still fighting for expression,
to imagine such a simple word
could shout volumes of hidden desires;
could strip you of your cover,
blind you by divine rapture,
and still leave you trembling—
clinging to your former existence.
Such is the allure of Love…
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Submission Name: The Past and Your Presence
