There's a matter....

There is a matter that has almost come to my lips.
This is evident in my eyes.
Sometime's from you, sometime's from me
They ask for words.
To take their shape and come to my lips.
And to be embraced by my voice.
But this matter
Is a feeling, only a feeling;
Floating in air like a fragrance,
Fragrance becomes its voice,
That you know of
That I know of 
It's not hidden from the world
Don't know what kind of secret is this...