Breathe, into me.
Show me the pathway to all that charm you keep locked up inside
     that guarded heart of yours.
Show me all that beauty that I’m dying to see, silently begging to see.
I admire from afar, biding my time, but I know it’s all wasted.
I can’t be what you need.
Wasted time seems to be my specialty, but I don’t want it to be with
     you, my own special brand of splendor.
Wrap me up in the exquisite silk of your warmth and let me know
     what it’s like to be genuinely quiet.
The quiet that only you know how to do.
The quiet that will comfort me in its perfection.