Whisper

It's faint.
The dull pulsing sound
echoing through the night.
I reach out to find the source
but withdraw
fearing the worst.

The sound drows softer
as i strain to hear,
her whisper settles in,
and yet
i still cannot listen.
My ears reach out,
my head spins
and my teeth chatter.

The rapid clicking shows
that i fear what the whisper
may be.
The dull throbbinh whisper,
it does not cease to echo.
And each echo grows softer,
each echo reassures me,
each echo tells me,
I Love You.