The unnoticed travel

She spoke to me but not with words.

She saw me but not with glance.

We were not there to the crowd.

We were aware in a trance.

I spoke to her without a nod.

I stared at her, keeping a distance.

An iota of doubt, no one had.

So subtle, our love is not a disturbance.

Hand in glove

is our love.

It embarrasses

none of us.

20.04.2001, Pmdi