When I speak,

You listen carefully,

To me.

When you speak,

I hope I listen carefully,

To you.

The words that you, and I,

Are feign to speak,

Leak from our eyes,

Unsurprisingly,

And rest gently

All around.

They will not hide,

They reside

In the cracks

Of the walls,

Awaiting the call

To be spoken.

And spoken they must be,

For they

Will set us free,

These words

We know so well,

For love is in their spell.

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Owain Glyn