A Comfort In Times So Cold
He held her hand so warmly a comfort in times so cold
Held her face cupped so softly
Looked deep into her eyes overflowing like pools of pearls
Threatening to spill
He looks deeply she looks away
He reads her like an open book
Tattered and torn with the ravages of time
Mercilessly
His eyes search hers for the truth
Something she holds back on
But he reads
He reads every beat and every breath
Every touch and every sound
He reads the love that she holds
A love that she cannot conceal from him
Blatantly obvious like day follows the night and night follows day
Lilac Wine
