The gentleness of his kiss is much like that of an angel's kiss. So light, it's barely there; ro real, you know it happened. Yet, still unsaid if it is true.
The gentle touch of his hand, on my own, reassuring that someone is always there. Not quite like a feather nor like a blanket, but always there, if one needs be.
The strong arms that surround me, promis that they'll be there if I shall fall. Telling me, that they'll hold me up, if I may grow tired and cannot hold my own.
Those caring and giving eyes, see straight through me and deep within a soul. Warming my heart, while saying much more than words can ever say. I know, that I am loved.