No Words Are Needed

[JoelJosol]

Her popping up a question, 'Do you still write poems?' 
is like opening up a path to a river that could lead into some falls,
'I still do' was my reply.

I could hear the rushing waters off a cliff, as she moved around
to peer at me asking 'Do you still write about me?'
'I still do' was my reply.

'All the words you wrote,' she said, ' and the love 
and passion in them, are for no other but me?'
Yes, and they still do.

I can see the rushing river towards the falls,  when she asked, 
'Will you fall with me once more to unknown depths?',
No words are needed for a reply.

(NOTE: This is the poem that dropped in my head one evening from nowhere for our upcoming 35th anniversary. Might need to tweak it still until the anniversary day.)

[gurunAthan]

Lovely! 

Indeed. Love flows like a river and dives into a cascade. And then, it dwells on the plains, and gushes up like a fountain, as the couple become more and more senior.

gurunAthan ramaNi

[JoelJosol]

Thanks gurunAthan for the read. I am glad that you enjoyed it. 

[tonyv]

Nice one, Joel. I'm glad you answered each question in the affirmative (and truthfully)! 

Tony 😀

[JoelJosol]

Thanks Tony for the read.  She is with me helping me recover from a microlaryngeal surgery to remove a nodule off my throat.