by Liam
In a quiet moment, my love met me there,
The wine’s red stain upon her lips,
Her ruby lockets curl with graceful care,
Now deep into my eyes her gaze now slips.
Her embrace transforms my very face to hers,
So we touch not with bodies, but with sighs,
In that kiss, the world around us blurs,
And all we share is in our eyes.
by Liam
In a hundred different ways, silence speaks in its own language
Only you can understand that tongue.
What we hear is more beautiful than poetry
More eloquent than these words I write.
It is the hush where souls meet,
The quiet doorstep where we recognize one another,
As if the long road turned here
This meeting
The end and beginning.
And so, I come home,
Not to a place, but to the shelter of your being,
Where silence blossoms into belonging,
And every new arrival is already complete.
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