I talk to you
You seem to hear me
But you know not
What language I speak.
You reply to me
In you melodious voice
The exotic language you use
I know it not either.
Your eyes search mine; you embrace me with steady grace
You keep whispering the same words
I do not understand what they mean
But they tell me, everything will be alright.
Your words; they comfort me
My heart feels much lighter now
You took away the grief with words perhaps
But how did you know what I meant?
This language that we need not learn
This language that has not words
You didn't know; you felt it.
Tell me, what would you call it?
- flame7915
