Do not dismiss or make light of the things I speak
For they translate my love into poetry
And pay attention to the pauses, they are by design
They express my love in ways words can not confide

And when I look at you lost in thought, a smile rare comes across
Know that I hold onto each thing you say
I feel magic in your voice, I revel in it
I drink in as much of you as I can, make you a part of all that I am

In the spaces between your words, I seek refuge
I am bound to you by honor and oath
Your words flow like mead, the spaces too are sweet
Almost as sweet as the space between your lips

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