Every once in a while
if l listen closely to the silence
I can hear the voices of lovers
whispering the secrets
that lovers share
I hear the rhythmatic beats
for the words are known
only to them, shared by two
as it should be, as it is and
these lovers know, without a doubt
that a piece of them
was already there
inside the other
safely tucked away
long before they met
waiting only
to be discovered
Hopeful I am to know
that I am not the only one
who lives to love purely
who breathes to smell
the scent of passion
whose heart beats in anticipation
I hear love songs in
the quietest moments
of the day
And feel infinite joy