The language of love is a silent one,
Spoken by the heart and eyes, in soft touches and gentle smiles.

That of anger is an unspoken one,
Expressed in fiery glances, gritted teeth and tempestuous walk.

Friendship too has no need for words to speak,
Its simple presence and a sympathising touch is enough.

Revenge is cold, calculating and mute,
With patience and deliberate actions it seeks to destroy.

A thousand languages, a million words,
And yet it is in silence that we communicate the most.