“Late at night, my heart is not quiet.
It’s not whispering. It’s shouting your name.”
Maybe, at midnight, you’ll finally be able to say what’s in your heart. When there’s nothing but us and the moon shining above us. Maybe then. Maybe you’ll say the words. And maybe, if I’m brave enough, I’ll be able to say it too. Because in the middle of the night, my heart is no longer quiet. It’s no longer whispering, like the sun might catch its secret. It’s shouting your name, hoping against hope that you’ll feel the same.
So tell me, darling. What is it your heart shouts to you late at night?
© Sarah Doughty
My heart only calls for you.
Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet and commented:
Do Not Miss reading Sarah’s beautiful words of yearning and love in – SHOUTING HEARTS
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Thank you, my friend.
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Oh, Sarah!!! Wow! Such a passionate and wonderful poem of love and yearning! Reading your words is like being entranced by the Mona Lisa!! Awesome!
Bellissimo, My Dear, Bellissimo
xoxoxo
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Oh thank you, my friend! I’m glad you like it.
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Too beautiful!!!
xoxoxo
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Reblogged this on Streams Of Destiny.
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i miss you!
https://deletedangel.wordpress.com/2019/01/03/loving-hearts/
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Thank you. I miss you too
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Do you think, that some day we’ll meet?
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Hopefully. 😊
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So touching and loving.
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Thank you, lovely
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You’re welcome
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“hoping against hope that you’ll feel the same.” So touching.
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Oh thank you so much. 😊
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Most welcome
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