Light is the touch, the one that feather's envy,
In ways he cannot imagine, she adores him
Like a weatherworn teddy bear
Silent motions hold emotions still, graciously
Solace are his eyes, not longing  
Merely having known pain received  
Giving is a heart willing to shed blood, alone
For her heart resides in clouds, She cannot touch or hold,
But often speaks to...
Broken is not a word for something gone, missing
He cannot fill the hole in her heart,
Merely keep her from within it.
In love he will traverse through obscured emotions in reverse