Blind and deaf, how does she know if she exists?
She fails to see her place,
She struggles without the beautiful sounds flowing
Throughout her aura.
Touch is her only sense of existence,
Something to truly remind her that she’s alive
In a world of darkness.
It’s dark deep inside the chambers of her mind,
Yet she cannot hear her own thoughts.
Her mind is as dark as the world she cannot see,
And as silent as the world she cannot hear.
He approaches her with a light touch of his hand
To let her know that she is not alone in the darkness.
He prays she could hear the words he has spoken.
He wants to say he loves her, yet she cannot
Hear or see his displayed affection.
Don’t turn away.
Her eyes remain open, yet they yield nothing.
He guides her into the welcoming safety of his arms
To bring her peace from the darkened abyss
That is her mind and her world.
The heat of feelings are exchanged between the two.
He looks into her ghostly eyes,
She doesn’t know what she’s looking at.
She can only feel the love that he has for her
And the love that she has for him.
Their love doesn’t need to be seen or heard
In the forms of physical affection or words,
It can’t be seen nor can it be heard.
Their love is an intense feeling residing deep within their beings,
Even when the lights are out.
