How softly could you be spoken
How open
To a token of my love
How by the roadside
Would be broken
The unspoken language of our love
That moment
Awoken almost by Neruda
With the gentleness above
Softer, less, let it be lower
Endowed
With the power of good
The flowers beside you
Shower
Your love
Wait
Just as long as you want to
Spoken, how only you could
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