Unspoken words

Morning dew draped around the roses in our garden today. Tiny droplets of heavens tears coming to rest on love yet given. As the warmth began its day, the drops dried, and I chose the most brilliant colored flowers to give to you before you woke.

I cut my finger on a thorn proving again love sometimes is painful, but worth its pains and sorrows. Once inside, I put the roses in your favorite vase and placed it on a tray with your breakfast. Slowly I climbed the stairs into our bedroom where sleep remained with you.

The cup of coffee was cooling as you opened your eyes a smile forming on your pretty face.No words were spoken as decades together has spoken them times unknown. We sat in silence, sipping coffee, and smelling the roses that filled the room with a love of unspoken words.

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