Words.

The world has been jeweled by the piercing sunlight and the shadows cast by it. It does not need Words. An uncatalogued stone speaks for itself and for the power of worship that resides inside it. The chastity of a lover discovers its path by wrapping its arms around its beloved, even calling it chastity is unfair until the knees flex and the throat dries. A kiss on the forehead is still completely cherished though no words are spoken. The emotional revelation of a tear is a confession of a sin. The poem that does not rhyme carries profound meaning. The wrinkle that has been masked by the make-up speaks the silent language of your real being. It uncovers a lie, night after night.

Words, as the world sees them, are over-rated.