Words

The words fall upon my ears
Like petals from a freshly picked rose

The words pique my curiosity
Like the biggest present under the tree

The words melt into my heart
Like newly fallen snow on warm grass

The words drift into my head
Like a tiny feather on the breeze

The words touch onto my soul
Like the soft caress of a lover

The words thrust into my loins
Like the unyielding strength of a man

The words come at night
From the voice, the voice attached to the unknown

Are words really just words?
Or are they……
The tools of a highly skilled operator of the language.
The pieces to a master game of strategy
The keys to something locked away from everyone
The gifts bestowed without strings

Or just words……..

More than just words love. Such an exciting piece. You must continue to bless us with work.

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