We were young, once.
So was our love –
Young…passionate…impatient.
It needed assurance;
in words
and ardent embraces.
It is wiser now.
It has learnt to discern
the message
in the twitch of your lips.
It can hear the words –
unspoken…intense…
in the depths of your eyes.
It can read
the charged silences
in the tilt of your head.
It knows the beauty
of tranquil wait.