A lover speaks of being so emotionally wrapped up in the beloved that his heart becomes a garment around her. Her words settle over that heart like a thin wash of color — pain that seems unwilling to fade, or perhaps afraid to be fully felt. The image is strange and tender: being close to her means being both protective and exposed.
The second half catches the speaker’s sensitivity to her presence. Even a small movement sends a ripple through him, and sometimes her stillness alone stirs him toward desires she has not yet put into words. The mood is hushed, melancholy, and quietly intense — love as a state of waiting, where the beloved’s nearness and silence are enough to move the heart.