Silent Love Unspoken (Shakespearean Sonnet) Poem by ashok jadhav

No word dares cross the threshold of my tongue,
For fear might bruise the truth it longs to tell;
This love lives quiet, patient, deep, and young,
A secret kept where only heartbeats dwell.
My eyes confess what lips refuse to name,
In stolen glances brief as falling light;
Each look becomes a vow that burns like flame,
Yet fades to silence in the coming night.
I walk beside thee wrapped in gentle doubt,
Content to feel what need not be declared;
For love, unvoiced, learns better how to doubt—
No, how to hope, though trembling and unshared.
If silence speaks, let it this truth impart:
I love thee still, unheard, within my heart.