Whispers of lovers don't cease...
As the coo of a dove won't mean peace.
Things that our minds leave behind,
Stay locked in our hearts for all time.

So, whisper the words my heart wants to hear...
And I will forgive you if you're not here.

Dreams are a dime a dozen...
(I've ordered a quite a few my dear).
Time will heal "healing"
Should you disappear.

Whispers are not meant to be heard...
Lest someone should think an "occurrence" occurred.

So, whisper softly what you want to say
Our secrets will weather
the cloudiest day...

Hillary Sadur
©1996


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