See the quiver in my lip
As you whisper words
That make my heart ache
In the sweetest way.
See how my hands clench
Into tight fists
As they rest by my ever weary
Side, resisting the urge
To gently caress your cheek;
Holding back the saddest tears
That have ever threatened to fall.
Your words, they put an unusual lump in my throat
One that blows away my air
And makes my lungs sting for a breath
As a silent sob claws its way up my throat.
A late night talk that causes
The sweetest words to
Fuel the saddest tears,
However filled with a love I cherish
More than my own life.
Your words, darling, ring in my ears
As a delicate whisper but grip a sore heart
As it tries to continue beating;
Your care and devotion hanging in the silence.
