The silent script

Mine were sparkling,
His were lit.
The words that mine spoke,
meaning his reflected

When mine wavered,
his anchored
his filled, mine spilled.
They held it all
and said nothing.

Mine spoke, his listened
his answered to mine questioned
his tired, mine sheltered
to his mastered, mine surrendered.

The lifeline of our love
flows within
the endless silence
scripted in our eyes.