Unspoken Love

The urge was almost driving me to death So much, I had wanted to explode inside She was a beautiful French girl next door Our passion flew like a stream, endlessly Languages stood aggressively against us Shielding all possible verbal expression Authorizing us to speak only through the eyes But an ode to her eyes For understanding the unspoken love of my heart Obinwanne, Seaman Barry. © 2007. All Rights Reserved.