When eyes do all the talking alone br Lips need not stir or move any longer br Fumes of pain singe rise and groan br Almost a stranger suddenly grows fonder br br Strings of restrain start flying high br Friend, who can control the race of mind? br Speech pauses and closer brushes sigh br Who could- my peace – can see and find? br br In one dim corner of the heart housed br A clutch- a fold- a cut – a song- a pounce br For never had such emotions abused br me, so much as this titillating ounce.