Simple words are spoken,
Softly as the dew
In the morning air,
Fresh, crisp, and clean.

They speak of love,
Blowing in the gentle breeze,
Not hindered by the sands of time,
Which has no meaning for them.

As these words are spoken,
They are received with murmured feelings.
Feelings so strong, wild, and free,
Received heartily by a heart so true.

Given without reason or rhyme,
Each word is clung to,
Remembered and valued,
As a heart’s true meaning.

Actions so clearly defined,
As to the words they describe.
The heartfelt dreams of a young love,
But, one that will be forever in time.

Melissa R. Thompson 1-19-2013