You told me I'm a rare one;
you could see it in my clear, blue eyes.

You want to see where it goes;
you're genuine, sincere: you can't lie.

You guessed my insecurities,
as I laid naked,
in the candlelight,
by your side.

I asked you how you felt:
the moonlight blinded your thoughts.

Yet nothing needed to be spoken.
You and I, we're just...alive.