Between Coffee & Affection

three ღ take notice

she thinks he doesn't notice but he does;
the way her eyes tell a different story than her smile;
the way her smile isn't genuine when she's dismal;

he so badly wants to reach out and touch her hand gently;
he so badly yearns for her to reach out and call his name;
he so badly wants to cradle her in his arms and tell her she'll be ok;
but he can't.

so he sits and watches her every move;
he focuses on her face and the way it moves when she's passionate;
how her beauty is masked by the modesty and respect she has for herself;

though he doesn't want to admit it, he's wondered what she looks like completely broken;
for reasons of wanting to know if she really was as put together as she made herself out to be;
he sees the grace of her being and how marvelous she really is;

if only she'd open up; share with him her thoughts;
although he would never admit it, he loved her;
and not just her, but the thought of her.
every dimple, freckle, beauty mark, and stretch mark; he loved it all.

but as so it goes, he'd never tell;
for the fondest and purest of love was never spoken.