So tell me of all the cries, all the pains, all the skies, and the rains;
All the “Hi’s”, All goodbyes, all the losses, & all the gains,
Tell me Love,.. Quiet Love;
Or let your eyes untie our chains.
& tell me of all the hurries, of all delays, of all the worries, & all the strays;
All the whys, all the sighs, all the crossroads, and all the ways.
Tell me Love,.. Quiet Love;
Or let your eyes tell every phrase.
& tell me how you remained & endured, how you were stained & cured.
& how you held on each event, the moments you lived & the times you spent.
Tell me Love,.. Quiet Love;
Or let your eyes cheer or lament.
& tell of scare, tell of waiting, tell of despair, & all calculating.
Tell of all the forgotten past, it was never doomed to last.
Tell me Love,.. Quiet Love;
Or let your eyes make “Now” a blast.
Tell of all that was better & what was worse, all the blessings & every curse;
Every burning & all the bruises at every turning in all the cruises.
Tell me Love,.. Quiet Love;
Or let your eyes become my muses.
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