Love needs not words
They always met under the mango tree
Almost at the same time everyday
When the birds were about to sleep
And the bats would flap their wide wings
To go towards the fruit trees laden with fruits.
He would hold her hand in his
And look at her in the eyes.
She would look down as she was so shy.
And he would say something to her
With his eyes and she would answer
To him, always with the eyes.
Their hearts spoke about their feelings,
Their emotions, their joys, their fears
And their love which nothing could change.
They were so happy, so peaceful,
So united that they desired for nothing else.
And their love remained love, untouched,
It never grew into a relationship
Picking Mango -- Anne Stapleton