I have many love-words for you today,

But maybe, like reading silently,

I'm whispering them under my breath.

Now I've taken a bold few

And thrown them up into the sun

As it passed over me at noon.

He promised to drop them down on you

Very soon.

You may only hear them in the hush

Of leaves that rustle,

Or from the quiet business of the Thrushes ,

Who make their cup shaped nests

And line them humbly with mud.

But then again maybe the peacefulness 

Of my love will hit you like a thud,

And down your heart,

And line it with hope

And a knowing smile.

But either way, I’ll be loving you, 

And telling you softly.

-jenn