Treasure Island

Teddy temple


Whispers of Love


I look up to the sky
I see clouds of love
With her in my mind
And also a melody in my heart

Whispers of love fill my ears
That bring me memories of love
With my eyes closed
I'll just listen to the soft hum of the wind

I feel so close to her
Even though she is far away
Our hearts will never part
Since we seem the same clouds

I'll never let her go
More so when she is in my arms
As she whispers on my ears
The true love that i always want to hear

Submitted: Tuesday, July 09, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, July 10, 2013

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  • Heather Wilkins (7/21/2013 1:24:00 PM)

    a very nice love poem. I like your title well chosen to represent your poem. your words of love are sweet and refreshing. your presentation is very pleasing. you have a nice talent for writing. Keep up the good work. (Report) Reply

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