Words won’t be needed

Your word
Lights up my path
Mine, not yet spoken,
Rolls down these verses
Down to you, my beloved
Trying to go beyond
The magic of the moment
And then
Words won’t be needed
Trembling lips
Moving gently
Will tell it all
And nothing will matter
The time
The moon
The sun
The river
The ant
The bird…
All that matters
Are my lips
Telling the story
Of my love
For you, my darling.
I love you.