In a moment of silence,
So much is heard.
All this feeling and emotion,
Not intended for words.

This glance, this smile,
Already I get answers.
This comfortable feeling,
As I start to romance her.

Her lips are silent,
For I hold the key.
Already she has abandoned,
All these thoughts to me.

Yet so complex are these minds,
Of the sacred female.
For what a woman wants,
A woman never reveals.

But the allure of the game,
Keeps on calling my name.
No words are spoken,
But they beckon all the same.

For retreat is the only way,
For one to truly lose.
Throwing arms in this battle,
Is thus tying the knoose.

Eyes are always upon you,
For the right mistake.
Yet I keep to the shadows,
For my tattered soul's sake.

Too many times,
have I been left behind.
Thought to be nothing,
Do I look so blind?

Or deaf; maybe so,
But never so dumb.
As to let them corrupt,
'Till the heart has gone numb.

In this moment of silence,
I come in from above.
I give you my kindness,
This shelter of Love.

Yet you hide from my side,
Was I ever alive?
The corrupt win them over,
For I'm Too Nice to be tried.