I used to think love stories come with a soundtrack
A melody in-sync with the whistling winds
The rolling waves or the pattering raindrops
But there was no love like ours
The moon never hummed a tune as we danced
Nor the fire made a crackling sound
Instead, we shared silent exchange of hellos
Our hearts thumped like a drum that only we could hear
And the sound of the breaths we traded
As our eyes held on that tiny wisp of time
Is enough for me to believe
That some love songs are hushed.
© 2016 Maria. All Rights Reserved.
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In response to dVerse’s Tuesday Poetics: The Sound of Love
Tending the bar for Poet’s Pub today is Walt Wojtanik with his undying Whispers of Love. The challenge is to explore the sound of love. What is the timber of a kiss? What is the sound of an embrace? What cacophony resides in a broken heart? What does that voice inside your head say when you fall in love? What rumble fills your stomach when you fall out of love?
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