A WHISPER


 A soft blowing breeze, Invisible to the eye,


 Hear It In your ear, listen to the whisper.


 The sun rises, day breaks slowly,


 Light replaces the dark, the morning whispers.


 The kiss from a beautiful woman on your neck,


 Warm and soft, gentle as a whisper, a whisper.


 A smile shown to you, bright but quiet, silent,


 Like a whisper Is breath not seen but heard.


 A whisper Is love slightly heard but understood,


 A whisper Is real, a whisper Is words between two.


              Keith Garrett