He Was Mute, And I Was Talkative As Well Poem by Febini M Joseph

He was mute, unlike all my other short lived love affairs
When I pick a random object
to make him aware that I'm
talking to him
He used to come and kiss me
I felt that kiss talks to me
Is it a language
Is it love
Does love exist without voice
Oh! I sighed in despair
The window panes looked at me
with sympathy
He showed insane signs to
me
You know I was a talkative girl
and he can't hear me
But he looks at me in strange
way
That completely melts me and
shows something new is on the
way
I love him
I heared love is blind
I think love is mute
like him
and
I love his silence