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The walk into the room, the silence of my look.

The notice of our common history, the return of her wonders.

Her present, my past.

The crafted seat, the hidden smile.

The curious face, her beautiful eyes.

The awkwardness of that eternity, the cloaked gaze of our minds.

The exotic moment, the sweetest ritual.

The deafness of our feelings, the intensity of our words.

The entrance of the mediator, the hammer to break the fire.

The ice was broken, but so was the fire.

The mask of emotions, the essay of fantasies.

The tongue of the human, the unheard roaring of the inner beast.

The acknowledgement of the destiny, the work of the disengaged mediator.

The love of her grace, the admiration of her essence.

The embodiment of perfection, the inperfect taste of my mind.

Her grace, that mouthless infinity.

The love of the silence, the hate of the word.

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