Have you ever bathed in silence
observing like that fly on the wall
The details that are not normally seen can be sought
Her delicate features
that in reference to porcelain lay with no comparison
the tenderness of her lips
fruitful and soft
engaging but relenting your mind as they ease your pain
Her eyes, so full of depth
The mere reflection reminds you of the vastness of life
The child like innocence that is so carefully portrayed
The calmness of a lake
As they crimson and glisten
You feel yourself being reeled in
The next millennia of your life seems willing to sacrifice
For this silence is like no other
Unrelenting and precious
You are waiting for a stone to be thrown
But none seem to be enlightened
The water in her eyes remains calm as the air seems alive
The space between closes
Her senses are yours
Intertwined like the particles of the air
For love is that blossoming flower
The one in which you live for
and the one in which you die for