A Look At Life - 2

Silence

Is the language of love.

It speaks a lot

Which a palpitating heart

Can never fathom,

Rapid breaths 

Can never feel,

And drooping eyes

Can ever find.

Love matures

Over the years

When one loses

In the other,

The body never

Craves for another

And the heart

Meets the heart,

Eyes look at

Each other.

Love and lust

Are stepsisters,

Can never co-exist,

They run

Parallel to each other.

Love unfolds

In silence

When two beings

Become one

And work in tandem,

Have a single pair of eyes

To look at the world,

A beautiful heart 

Which beats and beats

For the sake of love and love