Unspoken Hearts

She sees his beauty,
She sees his grace,
but her passion for him,
Lies not in his face.

He speaks of travels,
of vivid dreams.
She sees him bleed passion.
His soul at her gleams.

She watched him grow,
his spirit morph,
only her heavy heart,
sees what he's worth.

She dabbed his tears,
with an unsteady hand,
the salty remorse
did her life 'ever brand.

She turned away,
as their paths force apart,
blind to the secret,
that lies in his heart.

She'd never suspect,
his own secret fear,
of living without,
that sweet voice sighing near.

Did they see the anguish
as they pull apart?
The same secret still thriving,
in two separate hearts.