without a title as of yet......

Something more than i even thought could be....there is a way about her finding myself intrigued and wanting more...... the words seemed dear and sincere thought finding again a place i am unfamiliar...... pacing in waiting......eager to hear her voice and what could the next day bring...letting go of guard and giving freely after such a fond exchange of softness.....how has it come to be that finding her was enough and all the rest came to pass as in the books of old.....shelley, wordsworth, even shakespeare wrote of such a passion as is the love you find for the first time...striking beauty that could not be expressed with a gesture or comparison coming to mind.....simple is the ideal of it.....tragic is the fact of complications that cause emptiness to dwell and locks the gate of the guard tower once more only to wake each day wondering what if it was more than could be seen on the surface....and without trying we will never know.....so waking with the moon's frowning face, the awkward moment of wanting so much to see her face, to feel her touch, to hear her voice.....and realizing the decision you had made may have been the wrong choice......

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