Sweet Nothings

The heart strums to the sound of them

Ears listen to the symphony

Sounds of the around exist no more
Nor does the world’s cacophony

Glazing with warmth amidst the stares so cold
Like a soft velvet, it touches the soul
Words so few, but lovingly are they told
Echoes in me, that sense of being whole

No promises, just plain syllables
No long stories, just what’s said then and there
I still look for those sweet nothings
As if lungs desperate for air
For they make moments so beautiful
Adorn my life with those moments so rare