The Unsaid
Eyes after a loss.
Mouth open in awe.
Deep lines on the face.
The lips like a saw.
A tear on the cheek.
The hair hanging down.
A knowing late look.
Made without a sound.
The lilt of a smile.
The gleam in the eye.
A telling eyebrow.
The lips of the shy.
And the look of love.
That's always enough!
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