“ .”
He said.
And again:
“ .”
He looked around
unable to find
words
that would
begin to explain...
only bunches of silence
growing like dull weeds.
Suddenly he saw
a solitary colourful:
“I don’t know…perhaps…maybe...! ”
He wrapped her
in it.
She looked good
in it.
The hug fitted her
perfectly.
She looked lost
in its embrace.
She could speak
only in tears.
His heart silently said: “I’m sorry... love! ”
They talked in bed
using only their bodies
for words
words...words.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Called the 'language of love...' The look, the touch, the feel, the eyes...and not a word spoken. Wonderful!