whisper forever in your ear

its all just a whisper
flowing gently in the air
passing by innocent earlobes
a foreign dialect of toungues and rambles
not understanding three simple words

swimming around the tree's
like little kids with their huge hopes
tickling each green leaf or white stemmed rose
and leaving behind sketchings of your hands
that I would love to hold

passing by gray victorian houses
skipping beyond the picket fences
and onto my field of dreams
where Julie Andrews had her song
and I have my own kiss
that ive wanted all along

gently knocking at your window
but careful not to wake a sleeping cinderella
its far past twelve and your still in full gown
though one slipper less and without a silver crown
there is no prince at your door,
and there is no wrath
like a heart left to mourn

skiddishly encircling your white sheets
and memorizing those entrapping lips
three simple words begin a queue
for the easiest way to say
well, just three simple words

And you may never know what was just said
because its all a whisper
flowing gently in the air
passing by innocent earlobes
without pause to share
but give me a night
when im in my field of dreams
and telling you those three words
is so much easier than it seems
and maybe then id recall
the words that came from you
uttered in such a whisper
"I love you too"