Source
Silence is wise in love,
if you don't think it's really true
ask a glance,
that keeps secrets and rumours,
of souls that destiny will link.
A beautiful bouquet of flowers,
speaks without uttering a word,
its petals tell of the pains
of hearts that time carves.
The rosy smile
is a whisper of tenderness,
a tale of love that never ends,
an echo of sweet madness.
Silence speaks through its elbows,
like the wind plays in the breeze,
behind every gesture, whispering ways,
where the heart finds its rush.