When I listen to your voice, all I can hear is the gurgling laughter waiting to spontaneously overflow and infect me.
When I see you in silence, what I read are the songs you have hidden in your eyes.
Your touch is almost lyrical, like the opening stanza of a couplet, rhythmic yet secretive.
In my passive consciousness, sometimes in unrehearsed moments of solitude and tranquility, I remember the fragrance of a perfume and know you are there.
And in that momentous juncture when all my senses surrender and am holding my muted soul in silence, you reach out to me.
And that's where we begin to connect.
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