In the warrior's silence:

I listen in silence to the blonde walking by my side. My thoughts travel from her mundane chatter to places I dare not speak of. Unknowingly she is the muse of my most private dreams. I smile and nod occasionally, trying not to give my self away. Does she know me enough to read my thoughts? She finishes my sentences and knows exactly the way I like things. My favorite foods, she can even anticipate my next move in a fight. Can u see my true self? If you knew would you hate me, my love? Do you know now? Oh Gods? how can I go on this way? Why must I torture myself? With any other woman I would have never hesitated to take them. Why with you do I act this way? Oh, Gabrielle, if you only knew that around you I'm like a child, innocent and scared. Afraid. Me the warrior afraid that you would leave if I told you, that I could die happy if I only tasted your soft lips, and just once looked into your eyes and saw love in them. Oh those emerald eyes, how I wish to gaze into them and confess my dark secret. But still, you walk beside this warrior pleasantly talking about food and some shiny hair piece that caught your eye at the market in the last village we saved. You probably think I don't listen, but my love, every word you say is precious to me. I listen quietly to remember every heave of your breast as you breathe, every expression on your face and the way you lick your lip when you talk about nut bread. If you ever left me I think I would cease to exist. There would be no reason for me to go on; the sadness would be too much to bear. That's why I stay silent my bard and love you in silence.

In the Bard's Silence:
My tall warrior? as I speak to you of this and that my mind wonders. I wonder if you know what words I really desire to speak. Since the day we met you haven't treated me like the simple girl I was brought up to be. You saw the woman, the real me. That's why sometimes I think maybe you see my true feelings for you. I try to give you clues, but yet, I am such a coward around you. I can usually express my thoughts very well to a crowd of listeners. I Am a Bard you know. My love, many times I have thought of taking quill to parchment, to write don all my feelings for you and leave them before your eyes; but yet I can't. I couldn't bare the solitude of living without your eyes watching me, your scent filling my senses or the sight of your hard body as you do your warrior tasks. How I long to touch you; just once to hold you as my lover. I would die happy in this very moment if you would just once pull me into your strong arms and kissed these lips that so long to caress yours. But my warrior, I best keep chatting with you or you may find out. I cannot dive too much in the inviting dream that is you or I may speak my secrets. So I shall keep it silent.