He, quiet, and inward thinking,
Holding his care close to his heart,
For fear of its poison, keeps slightly apart,
She, her warm eyes care-filled and tender,
Holding her heart close to his care,
And soothing his sorrow by keeping it there.

They, fit together like parts of a puzzle,
At once understanding each other's need,
Talking in silence, and laughing like music,
Touching each other, through eyes, at a distance,
Loving, to see the other one smiling,
Happy each time that they let it show,
She shows her love by letting him hold her,
He shows his love by letting her go.

For the puzzle they live in has spaces between them,
To be filled in with pieces that only time knows.

Nik Trevallyn-Jones 1992