When she asks him how he feels,
He stumbles on the words,
Not because he doesn’t feel.
Because there is no
Word in human
Language that can answer her,
As if naming it will change it.
Because words miss its meaning,
A string vibrating to find the note,
A search light in the distance
That cannot touch the darkness.
Like a poem, like a song, like a lover’s whisper lost.

And when she asks
him how he feels about her,
it is not in words she
expects to find the answer,
but in the searching of his eyes,
a seafarer scanning the rising tides
for that distant shore, and finding it,
knows the way and takes
her with him.

Written by : thunderchikin

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