Reluctantly, I approach you.
Your world surges with color,
and I fear being swept away in its silver sea.
Slowly, I accept you.
The sound of your life is sweet music,
but I set the volume far too low to hear.
Timidly, I admire you.
I want to reach for your hands,
though I know I'll withdraw at the touch.
Cautiously, I adore you.
No words of devotion will I speak,
you'll never see the blooming of this heart.
Finally, I release you.
I sought out your shelter,
but am content to rest my head on your door.