The Awakening

Slowly, sleepily she rolls over and opens her eyes.
Morning extends its hands out, and with its endless grace,
Dances across the bed, and plays hide and seek with disappearing shadows.
Softly, gently, and lovingly caressing her face.
The night was long, and dark.
Endless, for years and years.
Nightmares chased her,
Nurturing her worst fears.

Smiling, she thinks of his words
The raw passion searing her through and through
Waking her from an endless sleep
She hungers for more, she must have more soon.

Who is this magical man she wonders?
This man who saw through her mask
And opened up the Fire within her soul
Chasing away the Demons of the past?

How can one man, one simple man
Read her heart so effortlessly and efficiently?
How can one human beings hopes and dreams
Connect with her so easily? So beautifully?

A man whom she has never touched or tasted.
A man who lived only in her dreams
Never did she imagine he would find her
Never could she hope that he would be real.

Alas, this giant called Passion, she is awake
And hungers for her Soulmate
He has found her, coming for her, he is for real.
They shall be one forever more.