Stirring

I saw as I stirred
 My vision was blurred
   From my mouth not a word
     No whispers were heard.
                 
     For she was right there
   And with great care
 I touched her shoulders bare
And I couldn't stop my stare.

Every breath I let out
 I flinched at the sound
   For want of nothing more loud
     Than beauty piercing night's shroud.