Those words unsaid, peeping from the corners of your heart,
Tickling your tongue, yearning to part,
Ending up as the glimmer in your eyes,
Escaping in those quiet sighs
That float in the air, felt
Prolonging a special moment;
Like crimson petals, flying in the air,
Those few words unsaid,
Heard only by the heart,
Shines brighter than the stars,
Feels warmer than the sun,
Like a sweet melody unsung.
Haunts minds, Echoes in ears,
Surpasses all fears.
Beatific in their silence, those words unsaid
Make the heart revel.