you'd never know <br />how my heart trembled <br />when in the night <br />you spoke to me <br /> <br />though i could not see you <br />could not watch your lips <br />move to speak <br />in the hours of the night <br /> <br />hold my hand gently <br />i'll touch my face to yours <br />a fire burns quietly <br />inside these doors <br /> <br />in the morning <br />when the sun rises <br />the love we share <br />is in perfect paint <br /> <br />if i could but sing it to you <br />or whisper as the elves <br />if i could but play it for you <br />on the piano of life's Love <br /> <br />i'd whisper tenderly <br />into the shadow of your soul <br />and hope the clouds would clear <br />so that i might wish upon that star <br />up so high, and, <br />up so far <br />that you would be always here, to hold<br /><br />Annie Cordelia Adams<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/b-this-poem-was-written-on-true-love-b/
