Whispers of Unspoken Love

He saw her for the first time,

Yet never spoke a word.

What was he afraid of?

Not to let it show,

His heart's secret glow.

So he watched her from afar,

Silent, words unspoken.

Never dared to meet her gaze,

Unaware of the sign,

To call her his, unbroken.

But he took the chance,

A leap with butterflies.

Nervous, yet a solid man,

Fears masked by brave disguise,

Inside, the tears did rise.

It's been two years since they first met,

Now it seems the right time.

But is it right for her as well?

Her replies hint yes, a sign,

But her truths she holds in line.

They talked as if they’d always known,

Each other, timeless and forever.

She was passionate, intense, deep,

He sought connection, together,

She yearned for love, he'd sever.

She knew she’d fall in love,

Indeed, she already had.

And she sensed he'd fallen too,

Yet still, he was so sad,

Unsure of what they had.

They met, and when he touched her,

She felt the tension, the attraction.

Love—she loved with intensity,

Yet he went only a fraction,

Physical, no full connection.

At two a.m., beneath the stars,

After sharing whispers and dreams,

They smoked outside, rain's gentle touch,

As their love began to gleam.

He fell for her, truly fast.

As a tear rolled down her cheek,

She whispered, "I love you,"

Her voice a tremble, bleak.

"I want you, but I'm bound, true,

By someone who offers more than you."

That was stability, a tangible life,

But he could offer only passion,

And the thrilling feel, not just survive,

But truly living, and being alive.

—love,

AF