When Silence Utters

I see them talking without uttering a sound. 

I see them reading the pupils with ease. 

I see the fire in their hearts. 

I see them dreaming in my dreams.

I see their definition of beauty and love.

I see them fighting in silence.

I see him calling her his.

I see him telling how his day had been.

I see him yelling his sorrows to her.

I see her imagining him as a groom.

I see her falling deeper day by day.

I see her holding her breath on his touch. 

I see them cuddling with confidence. 

I see them making the purest form of love,

Not everyone understands the language of dumb, blind, and deaf.