A caller rung, with silence heard
Not one whisper, or one word
Why do they call, yet do not speak
Who is this soul, what do they seek?
For love it is, as love it flows
Within one's heart, its love it knows
A silent voice, a loving stillness felt
One's left to wonder, how may love help
To understand, what love has seen
Within one's worlds, love is its dream
Love seeks to hear, the voice it speak
Two eagle feathers, of one's love to keep
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Beautiful as always, my dear Tryphena!
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