your eyes says words,
all that i like to hear,
but what i hear,
is the silence
of your nearness,
which brings me
closer to you.
when you are around,
your smile gives away.
my presence,
makes me restless
to fly away.
yet my feet
rooted to the ground, not
wanting to leave.
i presume it is love,
one of its kind! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem