
Words from the Heart need not speak,
For tounges fit deem to say of it.
See need not Love's eye to sight,
That what you feel need not show explicit.
Thoughts as such no one seems to know,
Less even as to touch your soul.
I beg to differ that it be not the involvement of hands,
That melts what and where your true self beats.
Thou longth for glances candied and delicate lips,
Even memories to warm up and safe keep.
But most of all your beatings forlorn in need,
Is Love and Fairytale ever after to exist?
I'll be saying all these as same I somewhat agree,
That what you dearly on to I can relate honestly.
If kind fate should ever decree favourably,
Too I search what you too want to seek.
Magical if such Love indeed to be,
Doubt I will ever should need,
For such speech, sight, mind and senses sweet,
For Love is the only thing needed transcend all these.
No words said but thoughts the othe knows,
No visions but the others clearly in head that sees.
No tendering touches but still lucidly,
All these irrelevant be we do not need.
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