Poetry must speak for a poem to be heard,
Listen, and the thunder's calm whispers spread.
The woodland stirs, birds sing their gentle song.
It's not your eyes that capture me alone.

Your gaze imprisons my heart, memories entwined.
Your eyes speak rhythms only I can find.
In them, I see a future bright and vast,
A world where solace lies in your gentle grasp.

Language fades away, yet the wind whispers low.
Ocean currents quiet, my heart beats slow.
I envision a world with you by my side,
My new home's address etched in your heart's tide.

My lips were bound, unable to confess,
"I don't know" escaped, though my heart professed.
I prayed to God, "Let her be the one,"
My heart transformed, beating a gentle hum.

In your eyes, I find my peaceful shore."
© -Sammie