Words...

Oh! the sweet sound of words unspoken.
He does not say what she sees but does what he does not say.
No woman could fathom his sweet eloquence.
But love does look upon those loved with rose coloured eyes.

Oh! the sweet sound of words unspoken.
She does not see what he would say would he see her mind.
No man could alter her perceptive conception.
But affection does look on those in friendship's grace welcomed.

Travesty to all who choose to read between the lines
Instead of words spoken.