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Whispers of a poet's heart

I’ve never fallen in love with a voice

Though there were many fluent I’ve read

But I’ve fallen under their spell of words

I’ve never fallen in love with eyes

I’ve found many to be hypnotic

But I’ve fallen through their colors

I’ve never fallen in love with

The silky color of anyone’s skin

But I’ve fallen under its sweet scent

I’ve never fallen in love with lips

Whether naked or just whispering

But I’ve been hooked by their sweet taste

I can only fall in love with a soul

That reside deep in a warm heart

A heart beating its own sweet song

Answering in response…to my own

Poet of the Light © 2018

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I like to steal your breath as you stutter to whisper the word beautiful after reading. I'm a poetic writer, an aberrational one of sorts. I don't write for the world seeking conformity to a style or some label of free expression, I permit my heart to whisper, while I serve as it stenographer and publisher. I'm honored my readers serve as its witnesses. What you may infer from this site; my hearts process or what it has to say, is strictly up to you to decide for yourself. I do appreciate comments in whatever degree of appreciation or criticism others feel the need to leave behind. I hope to respond in kind to them with a thank you openly or in a private conversation. Feel free to contact me if you so wish.

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