The love some how found

I hear a deep voice whisper within the wind's screatch
It scratches without a trace,
like a cat's claws, on an old wood frame.
When the volume lowers, and a face appears
I feel a strong suspense ease my way,
It tickles like fingers on my tiny toes.
I cry, when the wind picks up suddenly,
It takes a strong breath out of me,
Then suffocates me, until I die.
I run for cover,
But it finds me, with help from the strong moonlight.
Tears crashing down my face,
Like a rush of rain from the sky.
They flood me, and never say good-bye.
I try to speak, but I can't reach out, beyound a meek.
I come upon a creature in the distance,
I squint, and hold out my arms.
Suddenly, the clouds disapear, to a far away place.
The sun appears, and my heart fills with joy,
I look down the valley of roses,
And smell a sent of happiness,
He comes out from a cave of darkness,
And runs quickly my way,
He picks me up, and holds me close,
And tells me he'll never let go.
We kiss beyound imagine,
Look deep beyound the truth,
And realize this is real.
Were in love, beyound control.

by exquisite
posted on 07/18/2009