I HEAR LOVE
I hear the loud whispers of love.
The soft yelling of love, I hear.
I resist the urge to turn in its direction,
even as I cock my ear.
Love's soft murmuring attempts
to caress my aching heart.
Its healing voice attempts
to attend to my wounded heart.
I hear love, yet I wait.
I hear love and yet I hesitate.
I hear love.
copyright 2009 Groshonda McDonald
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