The Unspoken Language

I feel your love in the things you don’t say, In the quiet moments we share side by side. Your heart is a puzzle, locked far away, Behind walls where emotions often hide. You reach for me, but words get lost, In a mind that’s tangled in thoughts unclear. I see the struggle, the silent cost, Of a heart that loves but can’t shed a tear. Your eyes, they tell a story untold, Of feelings buried deep, hard to trace. I long for the warmth that’s hidden and cold, In the stillness of your tender embrace. I know you care in your own quiet way, Though you can’t name the storm inside. You show me love in actions that say, What your lips can’t speak, what your soul can’t hide. I’ve learned to read the signs you give, The subtle gestures, the glance, the touch. In your silence, we learn how to live, In a love that’s real, though it speaks so much. So I hold your hand in this wordless dance, Understanding your heart, though it can’t explain. For in this love, we find our chance, To connect beyond the need for pain.