Everytime I speak to you,
I feel like writing something sacred
On the walls behind your eyes.
like having a silent talk,
My mouth lets the eyes speak
My ears take on feeling your deep breaths,
My heart wishes to be the ear,
So as to listen to the beautiful words
Your eyes speak.
My eyes speak,
My ears feel,
My heart hears,
Is this love?
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