Things Two Hearts Left Unread

We walk the same road every day You walking one way and I another We need rarely to ever speak when we pass because we can read each other’s looks What is never said speaks the loudest We know what is there, and what is not You poke at me and I play along I get silent and make you wonder if I am mad We play this wicked game but laugh under our breaths But we do complement each other like the butterfly and flower I have written these feelings down many times, though, many times have I had to rewrite them. I need not brag to any friends but keep quiet about things that two hearts left unread.