True Silence

Do we really need to speak,
when love should convey all.
Does a hug need a name,
when warmth should fire hearts.

If our hearts silently tell all,
do we really need to speak?
Would a rose still be the same,
if sounds made its petals fall;

Words, no matter how meek,
break silence when they call.
Do we really need to speak;
passion a universal language.

But actions still tell much more,
as in an embrace we slip to the floor.
In a voice neither small nor a shriek,
do we really need to speak?

“I need you,” I proclaim
In a voice neither small,
Nor a howling shriek.