I feel the warmth of his
presence
But he has no name.
I sense his vulnerable side
That he hides from me.
His touch feels like the
warm waters
Embraced by the sun
But I can never see his
face.
He is there for me when I
feel alone and lost
But I can't hold him.
Does he stare at me while I
sleep?
Is he crying for my love as
I cry for his?
I can hear his heart beat
faster when I'm near him
But can never hear his
voice.
Somehow, I know he's
beautiful
But he won't show it to me.
Will we find each other
Or are we destined only to
respond in thought?
