She harnessed her thoughts upon the page,
every word, a god-like scripture,
she spoke of his love as elixir.
His heart beats beside hers,
she could feel his arms clasped around her bare skin
ever so sweet....
She never felt so alive before
but nor has she ever felt this...
For the moment she wakes
he will be holding her tighter,
the world outside will be moving so slow...
the tires are squealing, the pastel sky rising over the hill tops and tips of trees.
As he is whispering words so delicate
she is hanging on every word.
Every morning she falls in love again
as he stares into her eyes and gently clasps her hand.
Its fate, or so it seems....