What has not yet been said

Poetry about love

Before we fell victim
To a good night's sleep
We shared our thoughts
With gentle kisses
And soft whispers spoken
Through our fingertips
And I could swear
That the night sky
Seeped into our bedroom
For the ceiling seemed alive
Almost lit up
By starlight
And I wanted nothing more
Before our eyes closed
To say the one thing
That never once
Had yet been spoken
But night took hold
And we drifted Into space
So I'll let it remain
Our little secret
Till the morning's rays
Come wake us