I looked into your eyes.
You looked into my eyes.
You did not speak a word
I did not utter a word.
In our sweet silence
was our union of the soul.
Real love is
when you make love to my soul.
(into my eyes. Tell me things that are real. Make love to my soul...
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Through the eyes a whole Mahabharata can be conveyed. Through silence volumes can be narrated. Thanks a lot dear Tony. This is exactly what the dancers communicate. :)
Sweetness of silence and feelings is beautifully presented with love and dignity. Love is made to soul and love is adored with beauty. In silence soul perceives love of God. This poem is definitely very interesting and excellently penned...10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You have in this, Tony, identified what true intimacy is. I have called it tasting people from the inside out. This makes me think of my poem When I Should be Working. -Glen