A Lover's Pen

The moments you catch me
In your eyes that whisper
A silence into my heart,
They are my memories.
She was rain to be held
And a fire to be loved.
She gossips with her eyes
Like Thunder speaks
With the lightening.
Knowing her is a hunt
For light in the shadow.
And loving, is a war.
You may win or lose
Either way it’s a surrender.
To her silence.

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