The Realm of the Unspoken

My you…
On that final day, in the moment of arrival—
holding you close, I wondered,
do you… love me?

From the heart, from the soul, silently, secretly…
however unexpressed it may remain,
I have felt it— deeply.

Does love need expression?
Now I think— no, not at all.
Love… belongs to feeling,
an unspoken language.

Why are you so much mine?

Your sensitivity—
touches my inner vision,
enchants me utterly.
The trace of this feeling… absolutely divine!

What does your intuition say?

You are worldly, yet spiritual—
a complete being unto yourself.
At your touch my soul
reaches the threshold of fulfillment.

My outer self…
was always waiting for your address.

By what name would you call me—
thinking you'd become complete?

Here, there's no need for address anymore.
In the soul… there's no 'you,' 'thou,' or formal 'you.'
In the soul's language— all is silent consent.

Your understanding,
across the entirety of my path…
leaves me amazed, enchanted, speechless.
You are full of possibility, possessed of a supreme soul.

Your past— perhaps has known death,
so today you have advanced
on a radiant spiritual path.

In time's friction…
the universe wears away,
but— in that exact place in your chest
lies a constellation of stars!

Seeking this primordial pole star,
I have returned again and again to your heart—
opening myths, touching in silence…

We have willingly bound ourselves to this path,
our infinite journey
has touched the limitless horizon.

You have broken love's mental stagnation.
You have entered into spirituality—
by a special, unplanned route.

So tell me—
is feeling… essential in love?

You alone will determine its scope.
Yet I know—
in this purest sensation
you have attained perfection.

In our silence today—
peace in place of passion.
This special feeling—
has emerged clearly in our consciousness.