Sometimes whispers speak fairly loudly.

Eloquence of Nothing Said
by Michael Romani

There's an eloquence 
In the nothing said
Sweet hand of Providence
Rested upon his head

Whispers of sacred not
Abides the man who believes
Wrapped in a simple thought
Of how one smiles as another grieves

Love is not a game of politics
Brought and bought by brinksmanship
Subtle truths played as dirty tricks
There can be no one-upmanship

Affairs of the heart
Are trifles to be played upon
Not as clever or half smart
As to believe in things once wished upon

(c) November 16, 2018  Michael Romani
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