I dream of you being lost in my eyes as my hands caress your face.
Of your warm breath caressing my cheeks, your slender fingers entwined through mine.
A wash of sadness would overcome me at times as I remember all the things I have seen and been through, before I met you.
My awakening is happening right before me, and I have no right to be a part of it.
I just want to run to you, start the journey with you, relish every moment for I know I have missed too much in my own life already.
I feel madness creep in, as the depression of what I have allowed myself to become sets in.
This cannot be all too my life, were did the ex-citement go, why did the plans to change the world disappear ….and where did my all my dreams vanish too.
I want to scream out loud to you, "Take me into your magic, far away from here.
Far from all, somewhere where the two of us are alone amid the stars and moonlight, with the breeze and wind the only sound of music around us".
I can forget the world in your arms I am sure, for your eyes teach me to regret life up until I met you.
The beauty of it only becomes a reality now, my hunger to live is now, and my needing to discover all that I can is now.
I will be whoever you want me to be.
I’ll be your Juliet, your Sheba, Elizabetha, your Isolde; ..... I’ll even be your Jezebel.