Here's a confession for you all.
The notes that touched my heart
didn't come from her treasured violin,
or a mesmerizing song we shared,
or a whispering voice before a kiss.
The notes that touched my heart
came from all her hidden tears
and the bravado of her stoic silence.
Publicado en Abril 13, 2007
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