No Words

Mostly, it is hidden,
A time to live, not die,
When life seems stitched together,
And no one hears a cry.

So once in an eternity,
The final whisper dawns,
Opening all eyes,
Silencing all yawns.

The times of joy and laughter,
Of hope and lasting glee,
The times when were alone,
With only you and me.

Although there are no words,
Just infinities of rapture,
In attempt, they call it love,
But it truly runs from capture.

So what is there to say?
Not just a simple kiss,
Limitless amazement,
Pure yet awful bliss.

Years can fly by quickly,
Taking back tomorrow,
Engulfing all with snow,
Diminishing the sorrow.

There's no way to describe it,
To be honest, what is there?
You cannot call it love,
Just letters, plain and bare.

It's more than simple summaries,
A time of pure emotion,
Larger than the biggest sea,
And deeper than the ocean.

So all I have to say is,
To sum up passing time,
What covers all depression,
Is purely all divine.

It lets in all it wants,
Yet only in paired members,
So when you took my hand that day,
That is all I can remember.

I don't know-- a result of not paying attention in class.