Trouble myself to tell you what you want to hear…

I choose to remain silent, thinking to myself “if only you could see the way my eyes might fall upon you” that would say it all…

No matter the language I speak, the translation would not suffer failure of transmission…

Let silence transition to the roar of an intimate whisper that breaks it… alas the moment at last where your lips part, parched from the intensity when you look back into my eyes to see you have left me… at a loss for words.