My love for you cannot be seen <br />by a simple act of vision <br /> <br />It is deep and profound <br />almost invisible <br />leaving no man safe from deception <br /> <br />Deceitful to the naked eye <br />as the walls of the heart barracade <br />stumbling and halting those welcome. <br />A simple act of genuine intention <br />perception its shadow, its phantom. <br /> <br />My love for you cannot be heard <br />by a simple act of listening <br /> <br />It whispers through you <br />without a sound <br />leaving you mystified with its vibration <br /> <br />Peaceful to the naked ear <br />as the walls crack and crumble <br />trembling and shaking your very existence. <br />A simple act of genuine understanding <br />liberated by its persistence. <br /> <br />Back and forth, to and fro <br />surviving the daily ebb and flow <br />with all the walls finally broken <br />clearly, by sight and sound <br />it's a simple act of loving.<br /><br />simona galimberti<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-simple-act/
