The language within

It does not need sound

nor words written on a page

It does not need to be seen

nor heard to be known

For it is within

that makes its struggle appear

It can only be felt

not from strangers, or family

nor animals too

but from the owner of the language

embarked within

It can take hold with such a great force

and leave behind nothing 

but a faint remorse 

It can happen to anyone 

on any given day

It can be cliche

It can get embarassing

It can get rejected or rewarded

but it takes courage to do so

For this language within 

can be written on a page

heard from afar and seen in great detail

Though it is not the same

Words can try to express how we feel

but there is a limit 

For words can only go so far

but the language within is vast

The language has tried to be 

heard, seen, written, and spoken

but the language of love

is a mystery until broken