Maybe I don’t know how love begins. Does it begin in the slow moments of understanding? Or does it begin with efforts that feel like something special? I don’t know. I see you staring at me in the hallway, Your eyes speak louder than your words. Why are you scared, I wonder? Sometimes you’re happy with me, And other times, your silence Frightens me in ways I can’t explain. I don’t know why. It seems your silence has so much to say, And I wish, One day, You’d say it aloud to me. Poems@meghashindei Copyrights