Unspoken Love

My warm breath encircling your thoughts,
With eyes closed,
You imagine a softly ran meadow,
With golden sun ray-ed grass,
A freshly bloomed morning,
With no other soul around;

Lost in the thoughts of,
The heat,
The love it announces,
No words spoken,
With a skin light touch and leaf blow of a kiss,

The light fades and in to an evening it sets,

With love, the clock ticks.
Everyday.

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