Enigma

In his thick diary, his love resides Yet lyrics are not sung because he's not confide. Rather he sought-after someone that will be much better, For he thinks she presents her love to another. Though, unspoken poetry is piled up She too, wrote poems that she never brought up. A glance, a touch, an unread poem, A spoken one will make them at home. They write their confessions, But they want verbal communication. Is it platonic or not? or maybe a romance plot? Through warm gaze and soothing touch Who wouldn't melt at something as such? But enigma is what they're at, Love got them shot.