Lost In Silence

Okay last one of 11 I promise:-)

Because I love you, words have a way,
Of getting lost in the silence before we've spoken.
So I hang on a long time to what I have to say,
They must come slowly, in its own time, its own way.
All of our human anguish clear,
Be yours, be mine.
When time and distance break the bond between us,
For a long time, we shall have only to listen,
Not argue or defend, but listen.
Love is not to be reached or counted in an hour,
Love has no time here or elsewhere.
Desire has been a task both joyful and severe,
Now, love pours out in light from every wound,
Love, with its deepest meaning to endure,
Endure and grow through all anxiety.