"Words" "Words"
The sun sets,
casting off an orange glow.
The song of sparrows die away,
all we hear are crickets.
Their chirping creates
the music of the night.
I listen to their sweet melody,
as I lay in his arms.
Softly, he murmurs gentle words of love.
...Such caring, tender words....
Those words make me fall in love with him
more and more.
I turn to face him,
and whisper my own words,
in so many different ways,
"I love you."