A lonely heart walks in pair, never beating with the other's rhythm. A strong mind lies unchallenged, its wisdom rarely meant, its thoughts never asked for.  An internal fire once burned bright, so hot that passion was never missed, but now darkness has taken its place.  I walk a path in which my sight is clouded.  Many times I've reached out my hand, and never was it met.  So alone I've walked my path forgetting my pains.  And on I've gone for quite some time, with a vague memory of things once better.   Suddenly from within the dark my hand met yours, and my heart skipped a beat; forever altering its rhythm.  My mind started to race with your words, and suddenly my world didn't seem so lonely.  When your lips met mine, the moment froze, as well as my thoughts.  You challenged mind of what I thought was right and I saw that in some ways I was wrong about the path I've walked.  I craved yet another kiss from your lips, so soft so tender they were and yet with so much passion your lips met mine once more.  My eyes opened and my sight was cleared, and as lovely as I could imagine your eyes met mine.  When our bodies were pressed against each others, the passion sparked my fire.  I never wanted to release you; at that moment I wanted all of you.  Still I said nothing for my voice was gone, I could not think for all my thoughts were of you.  So beautiful you look in the half lit night, so wonderful your fragrance, so rapid my heart beat for your kiss had stolen my breath.  Although the night is over, I remember it so well, I crave to fell your touch, your skin, but most of all your kiss.  And still my path is dark, but my steps are lighter, for my rhythm has been changed, my mind has been challenged, my fire rekindled,  and my hand had met yours if only for that night, and now I sit and wait for my lips to find yours once again.