He wrote a love letter and she felt every word as she read it,
he sent his voice and she closed her eyes and listened as it washed over her,
he sang just for her and she stepped out of her body and became part of the wind calling to him.
he showed himself and she saw the kindest eyes and the most precious smile and she melted into his soul and felt complete.
he opened his arms and let her climb inside and she felt safe, he opened them again and let her fly and she felt free, free to return without being crushed ever.
he understood her sensual nature and always made her feel sexy and sensual without ever making her feel less then a woman, a lady, his sexy woman, treasured.
he knew she had been looking for him and never made her feel silly or wierd for believing in magic and fairytales that can come true.
he understood the hurt and the joy she had found in the life before him, and never questioned her past, he just saw the woman who will always wait for him.
he is the Dark Man, he is Michael, he is the keeper of my soul and me.

He knows me.