They are peculiar creatures
So I learned of them a bit
You cannot walk in open, or they will run away
They love music and art
Some share secrets and are shy
They are gentle and pure
A look, or touch, or expression, is all they really need
Speech or writing's much too bland and obvious you see
They like games and challenges
They fall in love, but won't speak of it
They love togetherness, and loathe solitude
They are spiritual and care for others often more than themselves
Their love is warm, tender and gentle.
