Pages turn like colors in Autumn,
and gently whisper like leaves in the wind.
Your words climb off the pages of your lips,
and deeply breathe into my ears.
I listen when you speak...
...with your eyes.
Every emotion brushes past me
like a stranger who is my soul-mate;
every feeling kisses me with deja vu,
with memories that haven't been created yet!
I listen when you speak...
You wield your words
like a sculptor's hands mold clay.
Beauty wakes in me;
this is your strength,
...when you speak!