Words are so weak
They leave me behind
When you don't speak
I can better read your mind.
They don't mean much
Words last so brief
Your faintest touch
Fills me with love's whiff.
Words so little convey
But it's our ill fate
So many words we say
Not knowing love is quiet.
Don't let the words pour
Your silence goes deep
In it is something more
To give my heart a joyous leap!
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