Shyness of touch

I know your shyness of touch,

Melancholic, gentle, and much.

Alongside the softness of your rides,

Those talkative eyes, and charming smiles.

Something unsaid, you hide,

A fullness of words, yet to be applied.

I don't know when these words will be said,

Smoothly aroused, when our paths are crossed instead.

Looking for a rose when eyes are closed,

Something magical in the night unfolds.

Red shines, and black, amidst winter's breeze,

Passing the bridge, where love's whispers tease.

Adoring twinkling stars above,

Holding hands together, in endless love.

Let's walk the midnight road, side by side,

In the city of joy, where love will reside.

Nurtured by moonlight, I'll be alright,

Staying peaceful, through the dark of night.