Heartache Pages Turned

Young and naive from a distance her heart leaped to its highest peak On his terrace he'd sit lips utter words if the pages could speak Her eyes showed ruby red as held flooding tears, so very weak Quiet and steady she kept silent cries to touch his naked cheeks secrets from afar immune to the world around enslaved hopes of love Under shadow of garden trees among a gallery of crimson azaleas, she strolls Portrait of beauty at my fingertips, to caress her goodness, oh so slow She flees when stealing a look upon her ; does one follow or just let go? Burying thoughts in a book and just glance down to see her beautiful glow silent eyes wander stroll alongside hand in hand heartache pages turned