Conversations Flow Poem by Peter Andersen

In a realm where whispers bridge hearts,
Where silence speaks as much as words,
Two souls involved in dialogue deep,
A lovers' conversation, awake and asleep.

There where words weave worlds anew,
Where every pause, a breath, a clue,
There lies a dance of minds in fusion,
A conversation of depth, beyond illusion.

Ebbs and flows, like moon to tide,
Each word a caress, side by side.
In lulls, we find the tender spaces,
Where love's quiet strength embraces.

Then comes the storm, a clash, a dance,
Where passions surge, and glances lance.
Yet within the tempest, love is born anew,
In the fervor, our bond we renew.

But as the storm subsides, peace restored,
Insights gleam, love's reward.
In this dialogue of fire and frost,
Nothing is lost, and all is crossed.

For in these moments of ebb and flow,
In lulls and storms, our love does grow,
The immense worth of this exchange,
A conversation that can change the range.

I love each whisper, each pause,
In this love, I find my cause.
In the ebbs and flows, the lulls and storms,
The dialogue of love forever transforms.