I hope you enjoy my original poetry and music. Thank you for respecting my copyright.
©1998 Shawn K. Hall
A whisper a scream, a childhood dream
of passion and love, heaven above
three little words of passion, desire
a heartfelt phrase, a burning fire
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within the chest, my emotions grow
a climax, emotion, that I try not to show
and within the madness, of melancholy thoughts
my true loves image pressed three words oft sought
and as I'm a man with pride in my way
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I'll whisper not one, should all three slip away
and bury my fantasy, close up the mind
speak of another, for fear she would find
whisper under my breath that which I can't say
and put off til tomorrow, what I can't say today