When love speaks, it speaks softly.
Aspiring to lofty things, of how hearts sing
in a harmony that warms and soothes.
It moves them to a pinnacle
that other cynical people cannot attain.
When love speaks, it speaks softly.
A language that needs not word,
nor intention. Or any mention of past
indiscretions. Love expresses in a way
that says all it ever needs in a breathless sigh.
When love speaks, it speaks softly,
o’er the expanse of time, o’er the length
of distant miles. O’er fathoms of seas and lakes
it takes a tender thought to conjoin two souls
across a heartfelt connection in loving perfection.
When love speaks, it speaks softly,
When love speaks, it is heard loudly.
When love speaks, knowing hearts believe.
When love speaks, nothing else needs to be said
when love speaks.
© Walter J. Wojtanik – 2013
A reprise of a poem I had written in response to Marie Elena Good’s poem, “Love Speaks”. It fit the Day 23 prompt at Poetic Asides November Chapbook Challenge – WHEN_____, so I’m sharing it again. I miss Marie!
https://aleerily.wordpress.com/2010/02/13/love-speaks/
She flashed a life briefly
chiefly to reassure
that her ability to rebound
from profound sadness
would quell the madness
of his intense expression.
Each session of their tryst
would make her eyes mist over,
and before she was covered
in clover, she would know
where their hearts were buried.
She remains to be carried
in the hollow of his chest,
the best place she could be.
She possessed it; caressed it,
claimed it, marking the spot.
© Copyright Walter J. Wojtanik – 2013
Presented at Poets United – Poetry Pantry #159