Though my love is not confessed in words,

the love I feel does not remain in abandoned silence.

Forgive me for my weakness,

try to comprehend what my mouth doesn’t formulate.

My love bears an odd tongue

made of silence, suggestions and body.

Forget about the words I owe you.

Should you have the will to read me,

capture the soul of my wordless book.

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