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She came into my life like a bolt of lightning...
I had never seen a face so open and wonderful
Fallen...I could not even remember my name.
But her name... her name; it was imprinted on my soul.
She moved like a goddess, in my waking mind...
Her smell... and touch... haunted my dreams at night
But...she never saw me for what I was, and I wondered why?
I still do, though it is nigh on 30 years ago...
I kissed her lips with passion...once, or was it twice? I don't know...
Her kiss,...it seemed to last forever...
It was never meant to be, although if she asked...
I would still be her champion with sword stroke and mail,
A time warped Renaissance man am I... questing, writing for a lady,
That I still see in my mind and soul, as she was... so many years....and battles ago.
I became what she thought I would...a Knight errant, a warrior,
Yet...a gentle man I hope, one that can reflect and savor the fruits
Of love, in the ideal of a pure, wonderful lady, that smiled at me...
Once...
... or was it a million times...in my dreams
That smile and tilt of her head that ...melted my heart...
The taste of her lips... that caused my heart to stop...
She has her life now...as I have mine...yet...
...Is it wrong to still wonder...what could have been?
Passionate, hopelessly romantic, serene, wistful, a time-warped Renaissance man, a knight errant, a warrior, a gentle man . . .
If only he existed . . . what could have been?