Tales of Endearment

Two hands holding

Two hands holding (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Such precious moments
Across the arc of days
Caress the sensitive soul
Sets the timid heart ablaze
Stories of exquisite form
Kindness quietly given
Moments of pure lucidity
Where emotion’s driven

Tales of endearment sparkle
Not as drama, mystique
Just whispered words of warmth
The ones we rarely speak
But in wondrous moments
A love is set alight
Warm us in the oldest days
Bring sun to darkest night

(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved

About helenvalentina

Like most people, I have a number of sides to me. The most interesting one probably emerges through my writing, hence this blog. I love to read, and also to write, and so this is a way to share both.
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6 Responses to Tales of Endearment

  1. fibee5 says:

    A perfect poem to read the night before my brothers wedding. Love isn’t about grand flashy gestures but the ‘whispered words of warmth’.

  2. Beautifully written,.

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