Ever Turning Dance

He is always looking for me
as I am looking for him.
He is always watching me
as I watch him.
He never speaks,
therefore I am silent.
He never laughs,
therefore I am sad.
His eyes are deep
and so I drown.
His words are sharp
and so I am wounded.
His walk is quick.
I fall behind.
His love is pure,
but yet he hides it.
My love is known,
but not to him.
In the lives we weave,
our paths are straight.
He dances around me.
I skip around him.
he is always looking for me
as I am looking for him.