There is a most likable lilt to its style,
At certain times a nervous fragility.
Sometimes tripping over one’s words,
Intent mixed with innermost thoughts.
Silences broken by background Muzak,
A simple harmony blends conversation.
Mostly unwritten without prescription,
Signals transmitted by bodily linguistics.
Seeing eyes receive and respond instantly,
Lips smile and extend an immediate liking.
Attuned to a mutuality of taste and interest,
Love’s wavelength finds its own expression.
©Copyright Eileen T O’Neill 14/09/2014