You walked into my life one summer day, so easily, so naturally, so calm.
You were so quiet, nobody seemed to notice, but to me, you sounded as loud
as a firestorm and a thunderstorm, entwined together, in my head and yes, my
heart. I never let myself dream anymore. Dream of intense but soft brown eyes,
that can tell you the things you long to hear. Then I awake and know, twas only
my desperate yearning to be touched and loved. Please this time, I beg, do not let
me awake. Let me sleep forever and ever.
I write about a love that is so great, so full and so intense but has been doomed through out the centuries. They have been reborn four times, three of them were wasted on the pull of warm flesh,
hurting each other for a mere second of pleasure. All three lives ended in tragedy and deep pain.
Always promising their return to here, for another chance to dream and wake up in each others arms, only to realize, they had it all in their first life together.