Words have no meaning in the language of the heart

No sound
No syllable
No lettered thought

Can express the something
That dwells within the mirrored maze
Of human feeling

Only a touch
A look
A silent tear

Tells all
That can be told.

(Previously published by Stroll of Poets Society, July 2000)

by Laurence Overmire

Comments (2)

What wise words. The poem never said is often the most beautiful poem of them all. Regards, Sandra Fowler
Beautiful, Laurence! A touch, a look, a tear can mean so much more than words. Brian