Strain your ears to listen
For the love in the air
Unfelt, invisible at times
Timid, shy and silent, yet
Though intangible, everywhere felt
Unexpressed, in actions hidden underneath,
The true embodiments of love possessed.
Seek the love as it is kept in a treasure box,
The words are spoken, even if at times
They are too far away to grasp,
Or too faint for you to hear,
Look with intent and hear with passion
Search for it, it is always whispered.
Listen to the sound of this silence
Its surrounds, doesn't it?
Sometimes deafening - yet conveying
The message of love, heard without listening
Love ... felt without touching.