When eyes talk, no word is spoken
Yet the heart understands
The whisper of silent glances
When eyes talk, no sonnet is written
Yet the mind can read the invisable poem
scripted with tender care
When eyes talk, no music plays
Yet the body orchastrates to a symphony of passion
When eyes talk, no dance is stepped
Yet emotions swing to the soften beat of desire
When eyes talk, no others hear
Yet the message is audible to the one whose eyes were intended
When eyes talk, magic fills the air
For within a look, a world unfolds
To quieten hopes and dreams
Only those with secret wishes
Can understand the language
When eyes talk, and hearts listen
akasharose akasharose
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1 Response Feb 7, 2011