whispering the gardens to sleep.

a love that falls, like leaves to the ground
won't speak much louder than a whispering sound
that quietly plays the drums in your ears
with brushes so gently, yet perfectly clear.

a love that screams at the the top of its lungs
will begin to sing songs, never before sung
with mighty brass and rising strings
the conductor will smile, as together we sing.

a love that weeps as you throw it aside
will bury its feelings so deep inside
and wait for that moment when you're at your least
to wipe those rain drops off of your cheek.

a day will come, when this love is revealed
it will seperate between us what's fake and what's real
it will soon become the secret we can't keep
and we will whisper the gardens to sleep.