The Silence of Two Conversing Lovers

The silence of two conversing lovers,
Is as the orchestra at the master’s whim;
Both evoked and provoked the beholders
And stir'd up a great sea of passion within.
When the two together arrive'd at last,
To such state of their dialogue,
Then the two no more shall pass,
For in the unsettling sea...the ship must dock.
The expressions of the lovers may not reveal,
That maddening emotional ride they betook inside,
Though their lips be tight and sealed,
‘twas really excitements, and excitements to hide.
In such silence, I believe, was held,
Love unspoken, Love not worded, Love, simply felt.

Jack