My Silent Questions: Beyond Her Gaze

Does her silence speak to me, a language only I can hear?
Can I truly read the stories hidden in her eyes, so clear?
Without a single word, do I know what's stirring in her heart?
And mend the pain within it, right from the very start?
When she's far away, does her absence tear my world apart,
Leaving me with memories, a sweet, painful art?

Is my happiness found only when a smile graces her face?
Does her smallest sorrow leave my own soul in a desolate place?
Each person loves in their own way, I know this to be true,
And shows affection in shades, some vibrant, some a softer hue.
Do I really understand the silent grammar of her love,
And grasp the delicate nuances, where her true feelings move?

If all these questions echo 'yes' within my deepest core,
Then this might be love, I ask for nothing more.
But it's a love that lives in shadows, a secret I can't share,
A quiet devotion hanging in the cool, unrequited air.
My heart beats for her, though she may never know,
And in that truth, my love continues to grow.