Unspoken

A never-ending melody
is playing in my mind,
the quintessential poem, yet
without a single rhyme,

a sonnet for eternity
containing not a word,
a lyric never spoken for
a ballad never heard.

I write a single verse a day
my heart in every line,
a tapestry of ecstasy
my love for you entwined.

My silent heart composes verse
to apprehension’s themes.
I write for you a song of love…
but only in my dreams.