Reverberate in my head as a shout.
Telling me your feelings
full of your love. Proclaim from the rooftops
that love never dies. It goes on
to whisper something
only I would hear in my heart.
Whisper to me. Whisper sweet nothings.
Whisper something.
© Walter J. Wojtanik – 2017
Written for De Jackson’s “Whisper” Quadrille #24 over at dVerse Poets Pub