<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=342477" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Sound of Love...</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">It's 8 am in the morning…<br>Silver light spilling through the openings in the blinds: <br>The songbird signaling today is his and her play date.<br>I'm starting this day, in my place, in the circle of my lover's arms.<br>Eyes could no longer sleep, because the sound of poem <br>proclaiming love as natural as a bird professing his love<br>in the highest note, and arousing voices and images, <br>of my seeing and hearing you in mind and beyond.<br>Permission has been given to cease dreaming, instead dream out loud! <br>So, I stay nearby my poem to see, taste, feel, and hear<br>you anywhere awake or asleep. <br>I dozed off in your smile, yet am wide-awake, in your dreamy eyes.<br>When your arms wrap tight my waist, I feel the vibrato<br>of your fingers playing up and down my spine, likening <br>the melodious music Ilana plays on her Cello.<br>After all's said and done, we rose to the sound and aroma <br>of coffee dancing in water, under heat, reminding me of<br>our slow moves to the rhythm of that special song! <br>Dear, you need to know…<br>Ever since we met, you have been pen and paper <br>For every love poem penned: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Still, I can hear your baritone voice causing autumn leaves to fall and, <br>leaving me shaking like leaves in the cool mid afternoon breeze<br>Still, you stand strong like a Friendship Oak in my missed home State. <br>I'll ever stay present in the words my poem.<br>Your love likens spring<br>Exploding and bursting<br>Into blooms…<br>likening <br>The Sound of <br>Love <br>Resurrecting<br>The Silent Death <br>In Me…</div><div style="margin:10px 0">By Almedia Knight-Oliver<br>November 25,2012</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> </div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Almedia+Knight+Oliver">Almedia Knight Oliver</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=342477" data-title="The Sound of Love... de Almedia Knight Oliver" data-description="It's 8 am in the morning… Silver light spilling through the openings in the blinds: The songbird signaling today is his and her play date. I'm starting this day, in my place, in the circle of my lover's arms. Eyes could no longer sleep, because..."></div> </div> </div>

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