He brings her flowers of her favorite kind,
Their colors whispering the dreams he holds inside.
He dreams of her each night,
In shadows where she dances out of sight.
He whispers her stories to the silent moon,
Seeking solace in its gentle, knowing tune.
He reaches out when she stumbles and falls,
Though she seems deaf to his silent calls.
He loves her with a love so right,
Yet she remains blind to his heartfelt plight.