Tender Whisper

Your soft tender whisper

Breaks the clouds with patch of blue,

Let the sun so prosper

Into the heart‘s misty dew.

Don’t pick love by the hand,

As mercury, it slips and scatters;

Love in hearts not on sand

Engraved so it’ll never shatter.

Love is the miracle

That invades the lonely soul;

Love is the pinnacle

That leads us to our goal.

Through emotions unseen,

Love can change our worn out views;

To intimacy we lean

As love seeks no headline news.

This rebirth of the spirit

Chases away all stress and strain;

Thought prorating merit

No matter sunshine or rain.