“Hydrangea”, Felecia R. Weber, OntheWingofaDove

Speak to me…love is a language not spoken with words.

“Awake, north wind, and come, south wind! Blow on my garden, that its fragrance may spread everywhere. Let my beloved come into his garden and taste its choice fruits.”  (Song of Solomon 4:16 NIV)

Speak to me…

Hush, come closer, press against me,

let me hear you.

No, not with words spoken from your lips,

let me know you.

Breath in deeply, exhale slowly,

your thoughts are there, I can feel them.

Relax, look into my eyes, focus, see through me…

I can understand what you are saying; your look tells me all.

Touch me, feel my skin, explore my form…

there, yes, I know what you want from me…no words required.

Your language, once foreign to me, unknown…

is now familiar, a part of my own…

We need no words, only a look, a touch, a sigh…

Now show me your love…I want to know it too.

Felecia R. Weber, OntheWingofaDove.com

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