It’s not voyeurism.

And he had to leave, for it was time to go. Seated next to each other, no words were exchanged, nor were they needed, just a look, a look that said it all. A look that said, “I love you”. Just small, subtle gestures, enough to show how much they cared for each other. No lustful kissing, no embarrassing public displays of affection. Just a hand on the knee, a glance and a smile. I watched, an unobtrusive observer. Their actions spoke louder than words. And on this beautiful Monday morning, with a busker serenading all who passed by with romantic Latin tunes, the perfect backing soundtrack, it was a lovely sight to see, these two men in love.