Slowly he opens the door
to his desires
Wanting
But trembling with forgotten emotions
She is gentle
She holds the magic
Which could release him from his darkness
To stroll away
Would not be so easy
As much as he fears his next move
He fears now it is to late
There are no choices
Love lies sleeping
Ready to awaken
In her eyes
Such beautiful eyes
That reflect a soul in mourning
Begging for the tenderness of his touch
Surrendering to the moonlight
She sees
And gathers every last thread of doubt
Her sweet lips
Speak to him of love
And he opens the door for her to enter
I would like to thank Neva for inspiring me and the love in my own heart for staying strong through out the years until at last it can fly x