What name do we call this love?
The drop of honey
from the flower of thought
that has blossomed between us?

Is it the smile that has been budding
again and again on your lips
but, still hesitant to blossom yet?

Or the hundreds and hundreds of stories
that are asleep on your eyes
without being read yet?

Is it the fragrance of your heart
that can be inhaled to
the inner layer of my soul?

Or the magical waves
that makes a seductive journey
the words make through the looks?

Is it the eloquent poem
of silent alphabets
that I feel in my soul?

Or the touch without touching
when I touch you in my mind
from distance?