{"id":382,"date":"2025-04-24T02:45:32","date_gmt":"2025-04-24T02:45:32","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/euphemism.illinoisstate.edu\/20-2\/?page_id=382"},"modified":"2025-04-24T02:45:32","modified_gmt":"2025-04-24T02:45:32","slug":"i-will-love-her-in-silence","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/euphemism.illinoisstate.edu\/20-2\/poetry\/i-will-love-her-in-silence\/","title":{"rendered":"\u201cI Will Love Her in Silence\u201d"},"content":{"rendered":"

By Laci Irvin<\/span><\/p>\n

The sun makes the color turn to honey in her eyes.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Above is the tune of a bird\u2019s cry.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

She reaches up to the tree and picks a citrus fruit as if claiming a prize.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

The warm air makes the sweet scent rise, just like butterflies when they first learn to fly.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

When she speaks, it is all I can hear.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Her voice sings like a spring breeze\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

That ruffles the hair of a deer\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

And moves the leaves when it is carried through the trees.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

On her delicate fingers, she has cream for skin.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

I watch as she peels the fruit, it comes undone like a flower petal.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

When she brings it to her lips, the juice runs down her chin.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

All I can do is look away when I feel the pink in my cheeks settle.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

My yearning is digging my own grave.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

I sit here and wonder if she will see a woman like me the same way.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

But when he gave her some violets, it made my heart cave.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

So, I will love her in silence till my very last day.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

By Laci Irvin The sun makes the color turn to honey in her eyes.\u00a0\u00a0 Above is the tune of a bird\u2019s cry.\u00a0\u00a0 She reaches up to the tree and picks a citrus fruit as if claiming a prize.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 The warm air makes the sweet scent rise, just like butterflies when they first learn to fly.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0… Continue Reading \u201cI Will Love Her in Silence\u201d<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":81,"featured_media":0,"parent":21,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-382","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/euphemism.illinoisstate.edu\/20-2\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/382","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/euphemism.illinoisstate.edu\/20-2\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/euphemism.illinoisstate.edu\/20-2\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/euphemism.illinoisstate.edu\/20-2\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/81"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/euphemism.illinoisstate.edu\/20-2\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=382"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/euphemism.illinoisstate.edu\/20-2\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/382\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":383,"href":"https:\/\/euphemism.illinoisstate.edu\/20-2\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/382\/revisions\/383"}],"up":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/euphemism.illinoisstate.edu\/20-2\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/21"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/euphemism.illinoisstate.edu\/20-2\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=382"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}