Let me hold your hand and let's this night walk,
And when they ask us what we're doing,
Let's tell them, "speaking words with our hands",
For when
your hand is in mine and mine in yours,
All words that need to be said are burnt,
And my mind is filled with
you,
Just as yours is filled with mine,
And when they ask us, "do words exist?",
Let us look at each other and smile,
For when I'm with you and you're with me,
Voices are gone and words were never born,
For it is your Heart that speaks to me, and mine to you.
ray...wonderful
ReplyDeleteEmeka thanks,I'm glad it speaks to you...your comment is most appreciated
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