Page 7 - The Unseen Language of the Heart

THE RESPONSE LETTER

@syazwani14cats

Your eyes don’t lie

Watching my hands letting words glide, erased, scratched out,

As I searched for the scattered words I find hard to say most,

Because words can’t be written from the dusts I breathe in.

I can’t remember when it all started,

The first time that barren heart inside beats

As we sat down together and spoke the first words

Of books, movies, sketching, and there’s us.

.What is it that pulled me to you?

Your warm brown eyes that whispered of trust,

Or the soft rumble of your laughter

As I throw every joke in the book that I know of.

Or may it be that the world is lying atop your shoulders

Yet your strength never wavered

As I watched amazed at what you do

And had me thinking “Am I enough?”

Ah, I’m sure that it must be

Your fragrance enveloping a room

And announces your presence first

Before eyes land on you.

I think in our own world,

In my own mind,

We knew there was something

That you can’t paint the image of what it meant.

But I know what this means

The word already inked deep in my skin,

But what about you,

Do you feel the same way too?