The eyes have their own vocabulary,
They speak in volumes and not just words.
The lips, when in silence, merge together,
Like the folded wings of roosting birds.
The chin holds a stubbornness,
That yields subtly to change, now and then,
The nose, flared when furious,
Breathes steadily and calmly when…
The ears listen to words, unspoken, unexpressed, you see?
The face says it all, it is an open book for you and me.
