Not the ones who speak alike,
but those whose hearts align,
find in silence, in a glance,
a language more divine.

Words may falter, fade, or break,
yet feelings bridge the space,
a touch, a tear, a knowing look—
the soul leaves its trace.

Beyond the borders words create,
beyond the tongue’s embrace,
it’s love, it’s sorrow, it’s pure truth
that time cannot erase.

For in the hush where voices end,
where echoes fade away,
two souls that feel the world the same
will always find their way.

MarkWaldrop