Without words your eyes said it all.
A quiet storm in the silence,
a language older than speech.
The weight of your gaze -
not heavy, but endless,
a current pulling me to truths
I hadn't dared name.
Each flicker, a verse,
each glance, a confession.
The world paused,
its edges soft,
as your eyes painted
what words could never hold.
Without rhyme, without rhythm ---
only the boundless,
aching honesty of a stare.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem