Two hearts reaching out for something;
reaching out every moment they can
for the happiness we all seek, and need so much.
They both long to find that bliss;
that part of their lives that they truly miss.
Hoping they look to each other for that desired joy;
one lonely girl, and one lonely boy.
From that first look into each other’s eyes,
their hearts rejoice, and they both let out soft relieved sighs.
Both of them wanting the same thing so very much,
but not wanting to seem completely desperate,
and out of touch;
they want to rush into each other’s arms
never to let go again,
yet they don’t want to risk losing what hasn’t yet had a chance
to truly begin.
Knowing that the best place to start would be as just friends,
and yet feeling an instant burning desire for each other;
they struggle to hold back the tide of passion
that threatens to sweep them both under to come out never.
Still all the while during those first precious moments together,
they can see in each other’s eyes that they’re dreaming the same;
a dream of being united in Love together forever.
They struggle to walk the fine line between reason,
and uncontrolled desire;
not wanting to be too completely consumed in the flames,
and potentially losing everything in that fire.
Is it truly wrong to let go and give in to unbridled passion ?
Is it wrong to allow yourself to be swept away by a torrential wave of desire,
and dance together in the flames of passion’s fire ?
If the two hearts are truly wanting the same things,
then that losing control together
can only result in freedom from any more gloomy weather.
No more days of sadness spent sinking in a mire of loneliness.
For now after sharing in passion’s flames,
both of their hearts are as light as feathers.
They long to hear each other’s voices on the phone,
and in a few simple words exchanged
the feelings they both share are easily known.
What does the Future hold for these two brand new lovers ?
Only Time will tell for certain;
but for now one thing is sure.
What they feel for each other is real.
Neither will let what they’ve found fall apart,
or allow it to end
like the end of a play,
when they close the curtain.