Silence is the axe

You are the vowels and I, consonants;

When was the word formed?

It must have, perhaps, in our first meet.

You are cotton and I, fire,

The gap between us hair-line,

Enough to prevent from sparking.

I do not want to be with you but in you;

I do not want you to be in me but with me.

You do not know what I feel of you

Nor have I courage to reveal it either.

Silence is the axe, the word was split.

11.11.2006