Nobody, not even the rain.

somewhere i have never traveled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their silence:
or if your wish be to close me, i and
my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly,
rendering death and forever with each breathing

(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens;only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands