The prospect of meeting those eyes scares me. A chance once again to chase that which eludes me
surfaces ... but dare I take it? This voice that promises no harm to my being is soothing, almost
trustworthy ... but dare I place myself on the edge once more? Shall I be so bold as to teeter on
the cliffs of a chasm I have come to know so well? Dare I place myself to be brusied once again?
This Love shows promises of Courage, Honor, Dignity. He is kind. And strength of his passions is only
made stronger by the Love in his heart, which flows endlessly, with seemingly no boundaries ...
... And yet I still wonder ... will this be The One ...
... So my heart still sleeps, waiting to be awakened only by the kind hand that touched me, and the kind
heart that loved me.