The feeling of love

Her soul was pure,
her heart was clean,
she was lonely talent.

She was beautiful,
intense,
passionate,
she was one with everything.

Her eyes windowed her soul,
portrayed her fears and delights,
though i have never seen,
the face of which i dream.

Talking through our words,
never understanding the passion,
slowly gathering the courage,
to know love.

We talk in riddles,
we speak in tounge,
its better not to understand,
to be unknowing of this feeling,
the feeling of love.