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Words of Bliss
The language of love slips from my lover’s tongue as though rehearsed. She doesn’t stutter or miss a beat when she speaks; a symphony of words released in perfect sync leaving me reeling from her lovely verbal assault. I close my eyes transforming her language into images in my mind, letting my subconscious create a utopia for the two of us while she continues on in that angelic voice…
Lifetimes pass between us. In an instant our eyes lock; both of us transfixed with an everlasting gaze. You always find your way to my soul with but a glance. Miraculous. Under your stare, I cave in to you freely. In anticipation, I await your next thought.
My name leaves your mouth at the speed of sound. I’m hearing it but it’s blurred in with symphonies by Brahms or Bach; an orchestration of precise pitch and tone coupled with perfect pronunciation. I close my eyes and internally beg to hear you speak my name again. Never, ever stop my name from leaving your lips. It starts as a whisper, emanating from your heart, quickly building momentum until it finally come out of you in the form of a whisper laced with silk.
“I love you.”
Dear God, I love you too.
The rest comes easy.
I am yours eternally.
