When the Heart Speaks

“When the heart speaks, it does not shout; it murmurs like a rising tide upon a tranquil shore.”

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When the heart speaks, it does not shout,

it murmurs like a rising tide

upon a tranquil shore at dusk,

with nowhere left for doubt to hide.

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It names you in the sudden pause

before the evening candles flare,

it leaves its traces on my wrist,

and writes your beauty in the air.

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Let all the world debate in haste,

let time run onward to the sea;

when your soft gaze turns to mine,

all eternity belongs to me.

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