Atomic Number 79

I promised to make his dreams official He feared his desires would appear superficial Yet still he fought and pushed me away And the love I require remains self contained I offered him light and security These words can't be heard on his sound frequency He attempts to hide in a blanket of silence Blissfully unaware he's purely transparent It's not what he says, it's the undertones That tells me there's gold in his veins and bones Waiting to be discovered, to be unearthed Evidence, proof of just how much he's worth.