His hand caresses her face,
As gentle as the sunlight that dances in the morning hours,
Filtered green through the tree top canopy,
No harsh touch will ever grace his slender finger tips,
She knows as she gently pulls herself to his loving embrace,
Gentle as his touch he has a kiss to match,
Her head spinning,
Her heart racing.

He shows no one of the effect she has on him,
Calm and composed,
But inside he feels insane,
He can't bare life without her touch,
He looks upon her with adoration in his violet eyes,
His skin tingles as she stares so innocently back with affection.

This is someone no one else is allowed,
On the outside he is cold,
But on the inside his emotions show,
Burning brighter than the brightest flame,
The flame she longs to see,
She knows not that she ignited him ablaze.

Incandescent devotion,
Seeps from her smile,
Pours from his soul,
Words mean nothing when a look could break it all,
A silence speaks more in a second,
Than his beautiful words ever could hope to achieve.

Silent love,
Silent adoration,
A silent bond,
But it all screams so loudly at a loss of rationality,
But only if spoken quietly.