Speak Up

I stare into your eyes,
Two ebony portals
Which mesmerise
Yet forbid me entry;
And I sense a tear held back.
I ravish your scarlet lips
Yet feel a sigh held back.
We both swore as turtle doves,
Until eternity's end to be one soul;
And never look back.
Your silence, though,
Gives neither comfort nor consoles.
My heart wants to feel again
The rhythm of pulsating love.
My hands long to sense your touch,
The tender twinge of your caress.
Is it, then, too much
To ask
Of the one who grafted
The indelible thrill of love upon me
To say you feel,
intimately;
To say you deeply care
And live your life for me?
Or is this odious pith of silence
A cue for one who is ashamed
To speak eloquently
To one who longs to feel?
Speak up and speak the truth.
Speak up and tear silence's wretched seal.