Few words without words flow through the vicinity of eyes
which for so long
had waited in isolation, all emptiness
had been so cold, for so long,
Yet now what makes it shudder?
At the thought of that handsome being stared by others?
When coldness lay upon, yet now such
a drastic change,
no though to inflict pain, no though to revenge,
Few words now flow through those black pair
now so warm, with dreams
so sweet, dream to dare
Few glances, few thoughts to the homecoming of the love long lost,
with a few pain, uncertainty, and the burning sensation
of the awakened fire...
The one look at the handsome
is enough to fill those with thirst of love,
Yearning for more, of peace, togetherness and the dove
not any longer the devil to disdain
upon what seems so sacred.
Few thoughts of lying on the bed of red,
perhaps too much to ask- the heart still conveys.
No words spoken, yet none left unsaid,
Still it's what seems like forever,
the message those few words of love convey
through the lone pair of moist black eyes,
are they all in vain?
Or do they ever reach there?
