unspoken

 
the soul of me speaks to yours
deep where it matters
in the ache of doubt...whispers I love you
tender feelings flood me and I know you feel it to
it goes unspoken, words would ruin things
they are harsh and lack finesse
 
something this beautiful,  
can't be expressed with such a blunt instrument
sighs and heady moments touching the dark spaces
we live deep within our need for each other
 
I don't desire you to tell me you love me...I know
quiet evenings being here while my demons rage says it is so
your heart touch mine then
and I knew peace