He sees her reach out to him.
She takes tenderly each of his hands.
Her eyes are so pleadingly beautiful.
She reaches out.
He sees her reach out at him.
She reaches each time she seeks his protection, and her smile turns to a tear drop with fear in the face of it’s own reflection
She reaches out.
He sees her reaching when he needs her to teach his heart each and every day the gospel truth the true meaning of love.
He saw her reaching out.
He saw her touch.
Touch his face.
Touch his heart.
Just touch.
Reach out of him when he’s grown cold and alone, and only knows her touch when lonely tears reach gravestones.
But, they reach.
He sees her, and naps in the sunshine.