Him

My eyes flicker,
following him about the room,
observing every slight movement.
Watching.
For all I think I know about him
it is times like these that I realise:
there is some part of him that remains
Inscrutable.
Trembling and full of longing
I try to follow his train of thought,
try to understand him.
But in vain.
He stands there,
shrouded in mystery -
the shadow of a smile
playing upon his lips.
And as he turns to face me
it no longer matters that he is inscrutable
for I can see that he loves me
and so my world is complete.