Whispers of the Heart

In shadows cast by silent moon,

A heart's unsung and muted tune,

Unspoken words in whispered guise,

Beneath veiled lids and yearning skies.

A love concealed, a tender flame,

Unnoticed in life's intricate game,

A soul's refrain, a quiet plea,

Lost in the depths of secrecy.

With every glance and fleeting touch,

Emotions hidden, yearning as such,

A world within, a storm confined,

Unheard whispers in the mind.

Longing to paint the unspoken verse,

To lift the veil, to break the curse,

But fear's embrace, a binding chain,

A love eclipsed in silent pain.

The heart's confession, kept at bay,

In silent nights and yearning day,

A love untold, a secret shore,

Uncharted depths forevermore.

Yet in this silence, love takes flight,

Through veils of dusk and morning light,

Unspoken, yes, but deeply felt,

In hearts where silent passions dwelt.

So let this poem be the echo's call,

For unspoken love, the silent thrall,

To know within, though never said,

It lives, it breathes, though shrouded, unread.