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