You speak in colors I've never known,
a language written in sighs and stone.
Each glance,a sentence,each smile,a rhythm,
a song I follow beyond all time.

Your laughter curls around my name,
soft and wild,never the same.
And though your words fall soft,
unsure,
your touch translates them,pure to pure.

In broken phrases,we still align,
your heartbeat echoing into mine.
Between the silence, between the sound,
a deeper meaning wraps us round.

Lost in translation, yet perfectly found,
two souls in a language that needs no sound.
For love speaks truer than tongues can trace-
I find your meaning in your embrace.