A soft touch from his hand,
It could whisk away her worries.
A brief glance from his eyes,
It could steel her resolve.
A tender kiss from his lips,
It could silence the storms within her.
He was, to her, the softest velvet,
Encased in a hard shell of Masculinity.
To the world, he was stern, bold, unstoppable.
To her, he was gentle and sweet.
He treated her like a glass figurine,
With utmost care, gentility and regard.
She felt safe, secure,
Encased in his warmth.
She was the glass figurine,
Wrapped in velvet.
