In the garden of unspoken truths, Where words are seeds yet to grow, You are the gentle breeze, undeciphered, My heart’s compass, the only direction I know. In the language of eyes, whispers are heard, Beyond lover’s label, or friendship’s claim, For what we share is beyond mere words, An ageless flame that needs no name. In your presence, my soul finds rest, Beyond the borders of simple decree, In a world unsure of how to confess, My heart knows—this love, undefinably free.