He does not hear the way my heart Stalls and stops at the sound of his voice. Nor capture the moment it implodes Within the confines of his perfect words .
He cannot grasp that my thoughts scatter When he looks to read them from my mind. Nor comprehend that I enjoy the very taste of his name As my tongue moves to shape it.
He does not see the world around me still At the sight of his smile. Nor feel the calm in the air As I gaze into the depths of eyes.
He cannot fathom the ache inside my heart As I dream of his presence. Nor understand the complexity Of my certain devotion.
He does not know my blood boils At the thought of his skin on mine. Nor that I dearly desire his lips Upon my burning flesh.
He is unaware that he has quickly become... My dream, my delight, and my desire. Nor is he even aware that he is unaware and may always be.