A story is just a story, a beginning, a middle and an abrupt end
We start writing our story with a gentle light heartedness
As the adventure takes on form ,we feel it more intensely, carried along as it flows
What we feel, what we hope and dream of, put into meaningful passionate words

Why do we allow ourselves to love we ask constantly
How is it that we care so much for someone so deeply
Who is this person that we give all that we are to so unconfined
Now giving this person all the power they need over us, to destroy us

There are always two versions of every kind and unkindly truth
Should we not choose each word carefully to reflect the truth of who we believe in
Sometimes the truth of our reality is distorted by the passion we carry inside of us
We are often blinkered by our overwhelmingly blind passionate faith in someone

Our absolute faith and trust in someone, in our love, in passion transcends common-sense
The thing about loving or caring for someone, is that it makes us foolish, blind or both
We see only beautiful hearts and all things wondrous in our imaginings
Fate maybe once again knocking at this fragile life´s door, bringing light into this darkened room

We embrace unconditionally the chance of happiness in all that we see, feel and hear
Trusting in all that we are, in that which we see and sense or are telling ourselves to believe in
Spending each exhilarating waking moment in a dream of blind faith,
Holding out our hand to gently guide them out of the selfish solitude of a lonely night sky