parlance
in the soft whispers of our shared parlance
sometimes you struggle to pronounce
but with every glance, your mannerisms speak
a silent language, tender and meek
the way your eyes light up with delight
turns ordinary moments into pure light
the rings of bells, the whistles of lips
whispering secrets in sweet little quips
each sound a treasure, a melody spun
we dance through our days, just two becoming one
with every soft murmur and tender embrace
you turn fleeting seconds into a warm space.
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