The Whisper

The Whisper of my name across your lips,

The beating in your heart that calls for mine,

The soft quiet breaths you take and then mutter my name,

A deaf waking call for my love,

You, you, you love me so,

But I can't bear to see your face.

I mustn't hear your Voice making me unable to stand.

You, say you love me more then the words you say.

But that's really not the case.

I love you as long as the wind blows and I love you as like the sun shines in the sky.

I really love you,

But do you really love me?

By Sarah Mace