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