- a 23 year old.
-Ferocious Female.
-5'1"3/4ths tall; 110 lbs.
- living in Minnesota.
- a 22 year old Man.
- 6', dark hair, blue eyes.
- Fiesty and Feverish Male.
- living in Minnesota.
You seem to be dominating, like I am. Intriguing, charming, and charismatic like I am. Perhaps we would make the perfect couple...
You seem to be a sensual, materialistic, knowledgeable foundation of deliciousness... Something I could definately keep at my bedside manner.
If I were to take you;
to be, my truest love...
would you not,
find it within your heart
to forgive me
-if i were to end my own  time?
Love seems to have taken me,
& forgotten to give me back.
I haven't want of such things,
nor need.
The many things,
you could never know.
Never had I thought much of physical,
nor had I want of it.
For years went by,
and I saw less, and less
of what I had -I wanted.
In olden days,
love was considered;
the Lust that bends us backwards.
Love was...
love was the wanting,
the unwholly,
& unbriding passion that was capable
of stiring the Deepest of emotions.
On first instinct,
my eyes fell upon you,
my heart told me to run.
And yet still,
she runs.
She runs because her heart
wants nothing more
-than to be right.
Perhaps, I have always been in touch with my emotions.
To a bitter end,
I had Frozen them.
And you...........................
You somehow have melted my Frozen Fortress.
How cruel,
how horrible a thing to do,
to one who wants -Only You.
CRUELTY is love.
And always,
our greatest loves are:
those in which are more bitter & to short,
than could ever be imagined.
Therefore, one is to believe that Love
can not be without bitter ends.
And if this is true,
then what of Joy?
I have spent my adult life seeking,
searching for that which I truely believed
did Not exist.
And yet everytime I think I find as such,
my heart decieves me.
Or does love decieve me?
The willingness,
the want,
to know not of.
Until priced by its silvery thorns.
Then is happiness, the time in which we can re-inact that which we hold most dear?
It is life itself that makes us cold.
And our temptations to Love, we are caught up in it.
Happiness is but a Dream.
And not for lovers,    for lovers should live the dream, and not Have to dream it.
I am in love with thee, if for nothing else, than the way you stir my heart.
You have plucked it, from far and above all else.

When I'm with you, my heart pounds -endlessly.
When I am without you, I am consumed by the mere thought of you........
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