The heart of love remains a mystery
Too deep for speech
The things we share are mood and moments
Just out of reach

Better to let love sleep
Than take a chance that it will shatter
Chatter and joke and tease
Don’t speak of things that really matter

Love tells us tales that we believe in
But cannot prove
We’re so afraid the one we live for
Will make a move
We lack the nerve to go too deeply
Into the heart of love
So while we dally in the neighbourhood
Our love remains unspoken
But understood