before their meaning is clear,
before they ever take form,
before words kiss the ears;
you feel them before they are heard,
because you know me...
You love the invisible trace my fingers leave
as they move up and down your soul!
My touch lingers in your mind like incense,
because your eyes engrave my soul into yours...
Listen to the whispers our souls make.
They breathe...
They lull and serenade like echoes in a cave.
This is where your heart speaks...
Your eyes always catch my thoughts
before their meaning is clear,
before they ever take form,
before words kiss the ears;
you feel them before they are heard,
because you know me...