Wondering She whispered, Tenderness flows from you like soft spring rain. I have seen many men before. But you make my soul speak.
Saying nothing He touched her cheek gently With the tips of his fingers And words were not needed To fill her with grace.
Reading She read his poem The one he wrote for her in the night. And tears fell from her eyes Onto the scripted ink. Tenderness gripped her heart. Holding her in invisible chains.
Sleeping Her head on his bare chest Her hair falling over him Like yellow corn His words were in her heart Her words that he conjured for her. Tenderness falling over her dreams like down snowflakes
Watching She looked at his young face Sleeping as a child On the softness of her breast. All the tenderness remaining In her scarred heart. Joined with his to fill the room with a glowing light. As she kissed his long dark eyelashes.