Upon the page, a silky waterfall of words in gentle rhyme;
perhaps, a whisper from the heart that love will always find a way.
All woven soft; to steal a Lady's heart?
Oh, no... not by design;
a mere caress of secret dreams; soft promise of a sweeter day.

A whispered dream perhaps, of things, now lost... or sweeter things, to be
imagined.
Love, not quite yet blossomed; softly cloaked in rhyme-bound word.
Some tiny glow the heart discovers, that the eye just does not see;
the mind skips on, quite unaware of this sweet song the heart has heard.

Is that a plaintive wish upon a star, that may come true, one day?
Perhaps, a wistful hope that special someone really does love you.
A soft, sweet memory reborn, long since forgotten... locked away;
soft words, all tumbling gently down the page...
is there a whispered clue?

And, in the velvet darkness, as you sleepy, drift... warm in your bed;
a whisper tip-toes through your heart...
"Is that what I really read?"