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Night Sounds
We sit silent, not a word Uncertain what it was we heard
A birds shrill cry? A rabbit squeal? A haunting sound that seemed unreal
Twas only once, then never more No sound from sky or forest floor
In prelude to approaching night A hunting owl had passed in flight
And cottontail that came to eat Moved silently on padded feet
Perhaps the path of these two crossed Creating sound that now is lost
If so, then that is natures way One will go, and one will stay
The Language of Love
Theres a Language of Love; the non-verbal style Where meaning is passed by a nod or a smile Or a tilt of the head or rise of ones brow Meaning that story is good dear, but cool it for now
Unmistaken in meaning, this non-verbal sign When a hand soft and warm slips into mine While watching a moon rise with stars up above Says I see what you see dear and love what you love
When you go to a gathering of family or friend And the hour grows late and you know it must end Just a glance towards the door, a slight nod of the head Means time to go home now, time for our bed
When two join as one and have lived for awhile Love can pass silent with a nod or a smile For the language of love, both silent and clear Is reserved for your true love: No other will hear And all thats been said and all thats been heard With the love that has passed here Theres no spoken word
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