Who cares about words now
the hearts talk with each other
there are no words, no language
they speak in own sweet ways
holding on to each other always
even when do not see each other
each moment of time, each place
they are connected invisibly, always
through a thread that ties them
and it stretches beyond borders
but one pull and wounds bleed
heart is torn with just one pull
O love, come to me and heal
this bleeding red heart of mine
from my heart to your heart
across cities and many seas
where any word i say is heard
any word you say understood
irrespective of language used
cause though mine and yours
tongues are so different here
heart has language of its own
that our bodies do not care
only our souls understands
the hearts talk with each other
there are no words, no language
they speak in own sweet ways
holding on to each other always
even when do not see each other
each moment of time, each place
they are connected invisibly, always
through a thread that ties them
and it stretches beyond borders
but one pull and wounds bleed
heart is torn with just one pull
O love, come to me and heal
this bleeding red heart of mine
from my heart to your heart
across cities and many seas
where any word i say is heard
any word you say understood
irrespective of language used
cause though mine and yours
tongues are so different here
heart has language of its own
that our bodies do not care
only our souls understands
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