A Poem
Our eyes were locked
The invisible strings form between us
I strummed my vocal chords
Hoping to produce sounds which strike a chord with yours
Sounds hit our eardrums
Like raindrops which pitter and patters
Enough to cause our sensors to fire like darts
The scent of your body
Leaves a trail to your heart
As I reach out to touch your hand
I felt a bond which no one can comprehend.
-Deenise
I was trying to write about the communication process and the wonders of it.
