Charlie Hunnam

Summer, gym and...



I like to whisper to you words that mean nothing -
Apart from the fact that they are reaching for your smile,
I'm sure they'll explain themselves completely to your lips -
And they are not ashamed of their confusion and haste.
The news is impatient in these words -
And I wait, curious about their existence beyond me,
Until you connect them and arrange them into sentences,
And with the sound of your voice you will add meaning and content...
If you whisper them with your lip towards spring -
They become as bright to me as the blooming heather -
And I suddenly understand them when they die joyfully
In the singing waves of your voice that loves me.
 

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