Whispers of Love

 
I sat next to the whistle of two love birds
I drew my ears nearer to their conversation  
I heard nothing  
the more I drew closer the more mumbling sounds I heard
 
Intertwined sounds sunk down my ear drums
I hardly could untwist a word
My ears failed me  
gosh!!!  
they weren't speaking some strange languages  
I heard the language I knew  
but I couldn't unravel a word
 
I could only see them  
fixing my eyes on them was deluding
I preferred to peep with my ears  
I thought listening to them was a better pick nosing  Mind your business- but watching love and listening to it, is also my burden
I become the wild horse and load their scenes in my memory
I'd probably share the experience with my priceless unfound love
 
I hung my ears on by the skin of my teeth
but all I heard was still-romantic sounds
It so went dark that my partial vision grew into dark shadows
I strained my eyes; they were dancing like the eyes of an old man in a blurry lens
they saw moving shadows  
my nose perceived sweet smelling romantic words
my skin felt the touch of their love
I stretched my ears
they grew tall overnight
but all they heard were Whispers of Love from the two love birds
 
Then I picked my heart out of the hole of my aroused emotions and travelled back to reality.