When bodies talk, a hand brushing across a face declares love the tongue never speaks.
When bodies talk, eyes make promises and lips keep them in the silent transfer of vows of the heart.
When bodies talk, a steady stare and firm glance becomes a rod of correction.
When bodies talk, they speak to us all in quiet whispers, heart-to-heart, and soul-to-soul, in soundless conversations.
When bodies talk, a hand brushing across a face declares love the tongue never speaks.
