It was the stars,
the simple yet
elegant
patterns that dotted the sky,
that always reminded him that he wasn't
alone
that he had her to fall back on
wherever she ended up
He smiled simply
at the thought
though his heart beat
almost nervously
He longed to run his fingers through her hair,
to feel smooth, satin skin
against his own
to see the glimmer of her eyes
nearly identical to his own
and to watch the brown hair that toppled
down almost messily
when undone
He thrilled over the small notes of touch
the way she gingerly touched him
as if he was her precious gem
as if he was the gentleman that had sweeped
her into a dance
and pulled her into a heart stopping kiss
He wondered really what kisses and touches
like those
could even mean
in a world of class,
and status
To him,
it felt like the stars
dusted his shoulders
and wiped away his tears,
it felt almost like she'd graced him
with her delicate presence
and ushered his fears away
with whispers
that felt like shouts.