Does he know?

Does he know of the way this delicate heart
aches, beats, cries, with the mere words exchanged?
Does he understand what he holds within those
large hands nothing less than a poor soul, wary and scared? How can this be?
This man does not seem to comprehend all that he means,
all that is there.

Does he believe as does she? Only one can tell
Does he hope as does she? Only time can tell
Does he dream as does she? Only he can tell