Whisper
A whispered word,
A fleeting glimpse,
Almost heard,
But still missed.
A feeling of awe,
A soft kiss,
Almost saw
Those burning lips.
And then he's gone,
Black robes and all,
The scent of rose lingers on,
As my tears fall.
A whispered word,
A fleeting glimpse,
Almost heard,
But still missed.
A feeling of awe,
A soft kiss,
Almost saw
Those burning lips.
And then he's gone,
Black robes and all,
The scent of rose lingers on,
As my tears fall.
