My love whispers without word or sound,
Thoughts only your heart can hear.
My love whispers when our eyes meet,
Or, with a gentle touch, a warm embrace.
My love whispers when we’re far apart –
The wind carries it to where ever you are.
My love whispers sweet thoughts and memories –
So, listen, always listen, for my whispers of love.
– C. S. Craig
Note: When I started writing poetry this was the first poem I wrote to my dear wife Sherry.