In his eyes, she found trust, from his lips , found timeless heat. He comforted, trembling hands, with a smile, and honest patients. She wore his heart, as a sweater, sheltered from self doubt, by his caress. Endearing whispers, rolled off his tongue, Like a melody, that reached her soul. Her tears, are not of sorrow, deep breaths, are derived of rapture. Pressure builds, levee gives way, her senses, go supernova.