My days and my nights were a wasteland of blackness
Each blending to the other and resulting a week, then more
The lonely hours ate into this empty heart of mine
Snatching all hope that this void would ever be filled
With the flower strewn path of true love
When at my lowest, sat in cold wintry evening
Alone but for the company of visions created from the firelight
I would whisper my heartfelt desire to myself
One day someone may hear this hushed request
And there would appear the man of my dreams
Mon amour
I will know of his arrival, as his very presence will incur in me
A hurried joyous heartbeat, overtaking all senses
A breathlessly melting gaze would stand my world still, causing
Tension in the highly charged atmosphere to explode vibrantly
As he reached forward and interlocked strong fingers assuringly with mine
His stature, tender yet forceful, hypnotising my mind
Riveting me to this wild and unknown sensation
A voice as sweet as golden syrup drips deliciously
Upon my once tear-stained cheeks
Banishing all fear, all pain
For now he is here, this man of inimitable bearing
That someone I have dreamed of
Waited a lifetime for
And finally found
My friend, my heart, my soul,
My lover
