Speaking Of Our Love
Listen to the pounding
of our hearts resounding,
when they the other meets.
Be it not confounding -
the closer we are standing
the harder our hearts beat;
my heart, your heart completes.
And when that hypnotising
summer sun starts rising
over your horizon,
think not back to time before -
in what is now be sure.
Spend no time devising
that in which your heart is sure.
No.
Hear thee now the beating
of my heart, repeating
like these words, be they enough,
"Truly, only you I love."
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Our heart. Your heart. My heart
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