No Words Necessary
by: James B. Jenkins
In the sweetest simplicity of sight and of sound
A joyous tranquility there can be found
My eye in her eye; my hand in her hand
That moment holds power no word can command
The hands of the clock seem to quietly cease
As if waiting so patiently for the release
Of a message too grand for a tongue to bestow
Of a touch far too passionate for skin to know
In the stillness of night all else passes away
Where the black and the white all become shades of gray
And as face turns to face with eyes burning like fire
The heart yet returns to a calling much higher
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