By Zero #1
Date: 15 October 2000
Her Silent Voice
I remember the first time I had heard it,
like a broken window in a house made of glass,
it echoed and reverberated throughout my mind,
like a beautiful memory from my past.
Her sweet eyes of jasmine, softer than rain,
they melted my heart with such grace,
I haven't been able to forget about them since,
the hidden beauty inlaid in her face.
She may never know exactly how I feel,
she never even gave my heart a choice,
I had instantly fallen head over heals,
the second I heard her silent voice.
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