207. Untitled (xxxiv)

When I look into your eyes,
I can't let go of the stare.
They're speaking to me,
But I don't know what
they're saying.
Still, my eyes speak back.
Not knowing or comprehending
They have their own conversation -
Apart from the physical body
and the intellectual mind.
It comes from the heart -
Deep within somewhere.
Unsaid, but told
Unheard, but spoken
Unknown, but felt.