Long lost lovers sit by,
On the cliff, serene.
Words are lost, love at the cliff
Meaningless words rather
Meaning is of the mind,
Rest are sounds,
That binds and rewinds.
Words never mean,
For love is boundless.
Too elegant for a pen and paper
To bind the sound of silence.
Deep love, is just of soundless,
For sound is futile, oh love,
In the play of silence.
Silence in depth, yet to explore
When in love, I explode!
It's just ecstasy, not a drug
But stoned forever.