In the silence of our bones, whispers reside,
A symphony of echoes, where secrets hide.
Fingers trace the melodies upon our skin,
Each note a testament to where we’ve been.
The heart, a drumbeat in the chestâs embrace,
Pulsing lifeâs rhythm at a gentle pace.
Veins like rivers flow beneath the flesh,
Carrying dreams in a crimson mesh.
Eyes, the windows to the soulâs vast sea,
Reflecting worlds that only we can see.
They dance with light, with tears they swell,
In every gaze, a thousand stories dwell.
Lips that speak in whispers soft and loud,
Crafting words that soar beyond the cloud.
They smile, they tremble, in silence they part,
The gateway to the language of the heart.