A spark of adoration lies

Within his often vacant eyes.

So much he had not yet told her.

In the past, his nerves made him hide

All of the feelings close inside.

Doubt would call him an amateur.

On the coldest of ho-hum nights,

He would trace all the distant lights,

Entranced by the way they would flicker.

His heart would search through each star

Picking from the brightest there are

To match her soul to Rigel or the Dipper.

He would observe her dancing spirit,

With no music—he couldn't hear it,

But he wished to learn the chords anyway.

He admired her graceful pace.

No doubt he'd fall if in her place.

She appeared angelic with a twirl or sway.

Acting like such an eager child

Over-curious, coy and wild.

Invisible he remained to the world.

Her fabrication was his existence

His loyalty gave him breath and brilliance

She knew naught of the damage she had unfurled.

Was he so standoffish or so sly?

His bizarre ways made her wonder: "why?"

Were they both good or were they evil?

Could either be actual people?

Was it so wrong or could it be right

When she dreamed only of his dark eyes?