jennyfeare

You have not a voice, so that you can whisper. Then how will you your secret tell? When you say nothing. Because you cannot. You have not color, for the daylight to see. So how may I know of your secret, do tell me? When there is now nothing to look upon. Because the light won't let me. You have not kindness in your inherited temper. So how can you give away so much? When all you have is love. To share. You are of so many riddles. Who, you cannot manifest, Nor profess, Though I know, you biggest riddle is empathy.