The Silent Beauty

There was once a silent beauty, Nobody spoke to him, not even me, He listened, but never said, Many though his soul was dead. He was thoughtful and always kind, He would just sit there, but i would never mind. One day as we sat together, In the stormiest of weather, There was a moment when our eyes met. His stunning eyes gazed upon me, in that moment a special message was sent, He arose and took my hand and twirled me around. We danced in silence, not making a sound, Just when I was going to speak, I realized that we were on a mountain peak. He gazed at me, Took my hands and promised me. Then with a blink of an eye he was gone. You see it was not that his soul was dead or that he hadn't none, It was a curse, a curse which had been broken. He needed to be loved, and love was the word that was never spoken. I broke that curse of hell, And that promise he made me, that I will keep to myself. That I will never tell.