Sometimes when you look at me, it seems u can peep though through my very soul and listen to things that I could never say otherwise. The string of unspoken words flow by and all the meaning is understood in its all possible way. I never could understand how you do it but nonetheless conversation happens.
Your lips curve into a sweet smile and your hands hold mine in the most delicate of forms. Your fingers entwine on mine and the conversation of unspoken words happen. You arch your eyebrows to question my thoughts sometimes and then you get the answer right there. Do you know how do you do it?