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When silence spoke between our mingling sighs,
Our souls entwined beyond the lips' command;
No sound was born, yet music filled the skies,
A rhythm shaped by hearts that understand.
Thy spirit glowed within my secret thought,
And mine took wing to dwell in thine abode;
Through unseen cords our kindred passions wrought,
A bond that neither time nor death corrode.
The world withdrew its noise, its mortal hue,
We floated where the dreaming angels dwell;
And found in one another something true,
Too vast for speech, too deep for words to tell.
O whisper soft, eternal in its role,
The speechless language of a merging soul. |
