What of a love unspoken?
A mutual feeling, both parties are too scared to name?
Can it live without a title?
Or will it cause pain if claimed?

What is a love unspoken?
Deep conversations in the dead of night,
The moonlight revealing the man under the bravado.

Something with slight glances,
And smiles,
His words are truth,
A reflection of him,

The best of him,
And his love,
Unspoken,

Where in this moment,
Love is enough for him to give,
And nothing even matters outside the world that we’ve created.

What of our love unspoken?
Are all your actions intentional to keep this sacred thing going?

Can it continue to bloom in secrecy when the world attempts to spoil it?

What of our love unspoken?

Will a title to this unknown love halt the growth of something beautiful?

Will it die as heartbreak, and named?

Left to the wind to rot in silence,
As we pretend that nothing happened with halfhearted, unimpressed glances?

What of this love unspoken?
Untitled but noticed
Simple yet wonderful
And to my knowledge
Final

I know that love is complicated,
But my heart speaks with honesty on this bond formed in secrecy,
It's truth when I say our hearts were destined one day to be,

What of a love unspoken?

It's a great wonder how our eyes have met.
******* with my thing and various people were around,
I was still caught by your presence.
You are the story I've never knew I'd read.
From the day my eyes have met yours,
I was totally distracted—
distracted by your eyes filled with emotions.
The silence between us have brought words;
Feelings became mutual.
Strange feelings painted hearts;
It brought deep hope and started creating fire.
Fate's on our side,
and time drew us closer.
We were strangers who found a home in each other's heart.

*-Steph Dionisio, August 23, 2016

I recall how you tried to peek.
You were there with us,
and you hardly speak.

It was me who made a move,
for us to become friends.
Then something between us improved.

The bond became so tight,
and that was you whom I looked for.
Those were the days it seemed so right.

Your feelings got deeper;
you assumed for more.
Hoping for things to become sweeter.

I began to be opened and it felt good.
I strived for something new, but...
it became complicated and we misunderstood.

Then a day came,
where everything was so silent.
No whisper of each others name.

The feeling that once became mutual,
is now forgotten.
By words, things could become fatal.

No, I don't regret that kind of relation,
for somehow it taught me numerous things.
And by the next time, it won't be another temporary affection.

*-Steph Dionisio, May 28, 2015