Love - Its Silence Silences
Thou unseen behind the curtains of love -
Thy softness as the feathers of a dove,
Can cause even the stablest to move,
As differences from sea deep to mountain roof.
The music of love and its tranquil beauty,
Could be heard in distant gurgles of rivulets,
And amongst the atomies of silent breezes,
OR, it's in my mind's own florid casket.
The shape of love - what it could be?
Oh! It forms itself from how the lovers be -
And of what colours is it?
It's the colour of the soul - of which the eternity is lit.
Oh! Love! Its silence silences;
Its revered reverences!
Its truthful promises!!
Voices of words are what the mortals here -
silence of soul is what he doth in his heart bear.
Voice of words - as seasonal to set or drown the sail;
Silence of feelings - as deciduous to start waves waving without fail.
People hath loved thee with thy love's evidences,
Let them now love thy soul with thy love's silence silences.