If your thoughts are in too deep that you can’t speak, what’s the need anyway? Just look at me in the eyes, let your pupils say what your heart feels. Let them dilate to the tempo of your heart’s beats per minute. That way I can’t hear you but I can see what you feel … Or are you afraid that I am too deep? Give me the palms of your hand and I promise I will read you through.
If it’s true that you are looking to grow old with somebody, I should let you know that I am that somebody. Hold my hand and don’t let go, or wait! Are your thoughts in too deep that you can’t speak? Kiss me you fool or you will never know how good it feels. I saw you in my dreams wandering by the sea like a lost soul. If you are drowning in your silence, let my lips resuscitate you.
Black Roses 
I like. I read it twice and still i liked.
I once wrote of Gorilla hands, burdened with things so deep words could not express them, crowded with all the thought of all of mankind and no words to write them. dragged along the ground, forlorn with angst. But this, this one…” …give me the palms of your hand and I promise I will read you through.” was meant for my Gorilla hands.