tell me, my love
could i write you a letter,
and fill it with the words i say in silence,
telling you all of how i feel
as far as words can cast shadows
of the sun's warmth and light?
and would you, my love
understand this letter
and all the things
unspoken that it holds?
tell me, my love
if i write you this letter,
and leave it in your midst then slip away,
would you care to know its words
as far as knowing can suffice
for a knowledge only felt?
and would you, my love
then look into my eyes
and know that love's
without words in the end?