Everything and nothing
Talk. Talk. Talk.
Comfortable silence holds the sting
Of love
Awkward and elegant at once
They fumble for words best left alone
Just a touch, nothing more
It can speak more than a library of books
And it's that couple that draws the envious looks
They enshrouded in their invisible bliss
Their hearts carry others' hopeful hooks
That they will also know such love and not miss
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