I’ve found a kindness in the silence of thoughts. I watch you move, but can’t tell you what I’m thinking. It would only distract your oblivious heart. A heart that gives so willingly, without question or urgency. 

I can’t tell you that it’s not you that I see when you’re talking. When you’re giving so effortlessly. That’s what you do, but it’s still not you. 

There’s no doubt of your beauty or the change you’ve made in me, but when I’m looking in your eyes it’s not you who’s touching me. 

Maybe in time.