Language Deep

A touch
     A look
          A kiss
               A smile,
Language deep. Its meaning, while

Known to the heart, escapes the tongue,
The prose of senses, crisp and young.

Yet ageless is such soul's voice,
Renewed again by conscious choice.

Your touch
       Your look
              Your smile
                     Your kiss,
The poems of passion refrained, wordless.

But thus we speak without a sound,
And sing the silent song unbound.