A Language Without A Name Poem by Parisha Shukla

I have a question—
I have a theory—
A concept that eventually made me believe..
EYES NEVER LIE.

They speak the truths we bury beneath our own cells,
They move in a language this world has never named—
So who will tell me…
Was it limerence?
Or something real, breathing underneath?

Your soul sparks everyday—
as if it just hides within me somewhere,
Calling your name
Every time I try to let you go completely.

Your eyes—
those sparks—
Mine reach toward them,
As if they wrap around me,
In lush green light,
In a luminous field,
Where it is only us—
You and me
Under a blanket of moonlight.

I cannot describe
The person you're living within me—unleashed.

My words feel shorter,
My phrases feel lesser,
My imaginations feel narrower,
My voice trembles—
Pronouncing everything of yours, that my soul once fell for.

You're still a fantasy—
Just like some movies that ends
But never really leaves.

I Wish—
If someone could've taught me this LANGUAGE?
Just to know if is it me....
Or do Eyes truly lie?