The cold and icy tint in his eyes
and the dark and black color of his hair
he lifts his hands, not to impress
but to release his distress and be set free from his chains
when the phone vibrates and she sees his name
she smiles and quickly replies
she adores his love for the one above
and the sweetness in his voice
she loves the way he looks at her
but shes not sure if he feels the same
–Trinity Gonzalez-Chavez