Believe.

In this world 

of pretense and perceptions

you are the language 

of love.

When have we spoken?

When have we not!

In the silence of words, 

I hear the soul out loud.

You see this,

I see that. 

We see through. 

We understand. 

Every little blossom of love, 

I keep safe. 

It`s mine.

 Is it yours?

The World can see,

But we are the ones living. 

Do you believe?

In the middle of indifference, 

And all the notional nonsense,

I see you,

I see me.

And...

Till you embrace, 

I`ll cherish the sweet pain.