As the bells of Ireland sing
my tongue glues words together
while I walk in silence,
painting the world,
emotional.
I combine cultures and
whisper melodies on the
wings of doves.
cherry blossoms
kiss my smile as I
craft you a story
of romance,
only to wither in the sigh
of it's first breath,
with letters dipped in
hopeful companionship.
gripping laughter by the hand
I capture your voice in chimes,
planting them in a field of wildflowers.
like the rainbow after rain
I stand in plain sight
take me or not,
I am no great beauty
standing next to a rose
I dim in it's scent.
Comfort in times of hardship
laughter instead of tears
these I offer though I have
known only anguish
I am who I am
my past made me
and my future will
help shape me into
who I was born to be.
I can only offer myself
as my words are me
whisper in a lullaby
the tune of your heart
and I will show you
the steps to mine..
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