I Can...

I can hear the melody strumming from deep within,
I can feel his heart beating along a rhythm I long to reach.
I can hear his song playing in my heart, the pipe piper playing his way between the bars.
I can feel him leading me to his dance floor, spinning me in place and the admiration in his stare.
I can hear his voice in the summer breeze, whispering his soul into my ears.
I can feel his presence though this is new ground he walks on.
I can hear his footfall stumbling to me.
I can feel his touch like silk so real upon my skin,
I can hear him in all entirety though no words does he speak.
I can see him, not the outer, dashing, good looks, but I can see the reality, the emotions beyond skin deep,
I can see the imperfections, the chaos underneath.
I can....