She speaks to me in the quiet of the night
without ever breaking the silence.
It is her hand finding mine beneath the covers,
A soft kiss placed upon my waist, pulling me closer as she wakes from dreaming.
These moments speak louder than words ever could,
and I need nothing more.
Poetry
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This has got to be one of my favorite poems I’ve read on this site, purely because it just made me feel. I’m not sure how to put what emotion it was into words, but you certainly described the cause of it quite well! Beautiful writing 🙂