The subtlest love, to learn, to listen
Is heartbreaking at times
Tugging on the ropes that make you, you.
Often a quiet love, many times unappreciated, yet
The magnitude of silence is seldom understood
but by those who dwell in peace.
The smallest opening in ones heart is a fountain from which to drink.
The longevity of the soil of mind lives on it,
Parts of you that bloom in the wind of your spirit
Are satiated by the silent, knowing whispers of your soul:
The ears ear and the eyes of your love.
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