A secret spoken sweet, honey whispered.
I listened, ears drinking every syllable,
heart intoxicated with her words.
There was none else in that crowded room,
there was now only a couch for two.
Intently I focused, every meaning deciphered,
as she continued her melodic literation,
greedily I imbibed those promises of love,
those sweet nothings,
except they weren't empty to me,
these were auditory treasures,
now locked away in my psyche,
later on in the wee hours of the morning,
I would gladly rehearse.