Although you may not speak,

Your eyes talk to me.

You do not hear a word,

But you sense my passion for love.

Your language is quiet,

But you speak silently.

You may never hear my voice,

But can always sense my emotion.

Your voice will always be still,

I can hear that.

I will always love you,

Though you will never hear me. Mary Marsh, Keighley Street, Bolton

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