WITHOUT A WORD

Some love the ever changing seas

While some prefer the mountain's air.

Some love the beauty of the West

With desert blossoms in her hair.

Some follow only butterflies

Or vibrant birds of every hue.

For me the beauty of this life

Bursts forth in bloom by knowing you.

There's beauty in a star filled sky,

In sunsets, showers, rainbows, all.

A symphony of sights and sounds,

The eyes and spirit to enthrall.

But when you're near, your presence brings

All raptured senses to their peak.

A symphony of love explodes;

One glance - you do not need to speak

©2004 Marilyn Fabricatore