Silver-Tongue
Silver-tongued or flustered,
Your words make my heart pound.
Awkward or with lustre,
Your voice is still the best sound.
You hide a smile behind your hand,
You cheeks go red, that I understand.
Gentle words that blow me away,
You always know just what to say.
You grace me with your stunning prose,
Words carefully crafted just for me.
You're always willing your love to expose.
To be with you... that I could never forsee.
A loving look,
A simple smile.
Makes waiting worth,
All the while.
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