Silent adoration

When I’m staring at you,
without making a sound.
I’m lost inside your eyes,
not wanting to be found.

When I’m smiling at you,
without saying a word.
I’m hiding here with you,
not wanting to be heard.

When I’m lying with you,
without making a peep.
I’m counting memories,
instead of counting sheep.

When I kiss you gently,
on lips or on your cheek;
I’m saying “I Love You,”
and I didn’t need to speak.