Acts of love leave no signs
Such of acts of beauty
Ensure that their marks are wiped off
No imprints, or unnecessary witnesses
For they are possessed by a vanity of their own
Of not becoming mundane;
So, the voices are absorbed by walls
Foot prints, overwritten
Sweat, overpowered by perfume
Warmth of air exhaled from nostrils, intermingled
Dust swept off
Secrets, protected, or often forgotten
They, these miniature acts of love, leave no signs
Only vaguely live on in mutual memories, their vanity untouched.
Such of acts of beauty
Ensure that their marks are wiped off
No imprints, or unnecessary witnesses
For they are possessed by a vanity of their own
Of not becoming mundane;
So, the voices are absorbed by walls
Foot prints, overwritten
Sweat, overpowered by perfume
Warmth of air exhaled from nostrils, intermingled
Dust swept off
Secrets, protected, or often forgotten
They, these miniature acts of love, leave no signs
Only vaguely live on in mutual memories, their vanity untouched.
3 comments:
nice.
That's too succinct coming from you V :-). Thanks
True that.
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