She hears my whisper...
She sits beside me and tells me to whisper.Is it my senses that betray me, i would never know
As she struggle to attain my attention,
she comes nearer to hear me whisper.
She wears this green glamour silk,
yet she still looks so ravishingly simple.
She talks in a language so foreign to me,
yet she understands my whispers.
She begs me to join her in that dance, she looks through my very eyes.
As if even if i try to close or look away
she hears my thoughts down under.
i smile back only to become more foolish to her
as if she knows and hears my whisper.
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