Unspoken Love

She sits alone, reading a romantic novel Yet she hasn’t spoken about anything related She’s idealistic about love Yet her real intentions she hasn’t stated Maybe the courage isn’t there Her heart hasn’t really opened Her mind is there but her soul seems lost She’s but waiting for the moment… When everything falls into place When her feelings she can share When her emotion reveals it self And about her intention she’s aware She is passive about her love And shyly walks away from confrontation Hiding the sole purpose of reading And seems unlikely to mention…. That her love is ready for nurture That her heart ready for passion That her mind now wonders the subject But blindly walks with caution She’s unblemished by the fact That her purity stands No stains on her face Nor mal intent in her hands The light in her eyes Glimmer with a hope of exposure That whoever dwells in her heart Will learn to nurture her, love her! An unspoken love beneath that shell Soon to be revealed, it is but getting closer!