if she cared for me in the tenderness of my arms...she sighed not.

if that sweet girl showed any passion, not only for me but for everything about me...she hid it.

if she trembled at the slightest touch of my lips, an let hers linger as well...i felt it not.

if my love was only in love with me, then my passion for her would satisfy her hunger..and my compassion would destroy all her fears..and the beat of my heart would show her that i loved her.. she left..my love left.

I sang out my heart, with not only a song, but i felt as if the words danced along the lyrics as if not written by myself but for a much grander audience, for if only a second, the angels joined in with my song..

and my love she ran to me..she kissed me sweetly..so so very close..my chest felt the steady beat of her heart..and we danced through the night..so lost for words..only my hand in hers...a perfect fit.

and once again love was not only love...but a story..my story.