The quiet isn't as maddening
as I have always known it to be.
For really two halves of one being
rarely must check with each other.
Companionship, can be,
as quiet or loud, as one wishes.
But really no words need be said,
if the souls have spoken already.
With time Love grows steady & deeper
as serene as the flow of a river
once it gets over the falls;
the trepidations of lust & the quiver.
So silence, is not to be feared
It can, be rather rewarding,
for two halves now joined as one being
Do ponder with only one mind!
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