We have invented countless words
To talk about the world around us,
But when it comes to things like
The spark I feel
When you hold my hand,
Or the magic that envelops me
When we kiss,
The way your eyes
Spread their warmth on me,
Or the way your smile
Makes me feel like home,
All the words of all the languages
Of all the beings on Earth
Seem so dull;
And I am condemned to silence;
Perhaps it is a behest of the Gods,
To find ourselves stuttering
At the threshold of love,
For silence in those moments
Holds more poetry than words.
