Together

'I haven't aged, since I've met you' 

Was it the sight of your blue eyes,
That fed the spark to a fire,
Was it the aroma of your hair,
That brought fervor to desire, 
Was it your stunning glamour,
Or the way you held my hand,
Was it the way you moved with music,
Or the way you flowed with band, 
Was it the mystery in your smile,
Or the pauses when you naught, 
Was it the words that you spoke,
Or the ones that you did not,
Was it the silence that was broken,
Or reticence used as a token, 
Was it your accentuation,
On the words you never wrote,
Or the use of your punctuation,
That brought a lump to my throat, 
Was it the echo in your silence,
That pierced the air like a dart,
Was it your delayed response,
That I should have taken to heart. 

Incredulous it may be.
So I discover myself,
Savoring the words you have broken,
And I cherish the ones, 
That you have left so unspoken.

~ Sharky ~

© 1998 Sharky (All rights reserved)

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