This love is so silent….
Plunges me to ride the tides of passion.
It is morose and morbid
At the lack of deeper intimacy.
When confronted with my fears.
At the festivals of togetherness.
At the futility of the inflated ego.
Though barely visible and clear.
It must be in the here and now;
That it remains so delicately concealed
Like a shining Jewell…
This love is so silent
IT IS ALL I HEAR…..