the soul lies deep within

there is no greater feeling than to be locked in his gaze and his embrace.
this love is inexplicable...
a beautiful challenge.
he notices the smallest details and keeps them locked away in his memories.
i find myself seeking refuge in my dreams;
they are filled with the possibilities of what could/might be;
they give me hope --
which could be blinded love and empty hope.
a sad, naive concept.
have i become a blinded little girl,
lost in false hopes?
overcome by passion?
is this for real?
or just a passionate overwhelmence?
i find myself longing for him,
his touch,
his embrace,
his presence.
i love to gaze into his soul and hear of his passions,
desires and dreams.
i have witnessed his growth and maturity,
the seriousness of his ways and actions,
...
his perspective has altered;
things are lining up.
love is a blurring force of nature.
i keep finding myself trying to keep balanced and level-headed.
i don't want to get too swept up and then find myself falling hard,
so hard in fact that i won't be able to be the same.
i've suffered before and found myself struggling to try again,
hesitant to let myself be vulnerable again.
but without taking a risk and jumping in,
one would never know what could be,
and so comes the good with the bad,
for that is the beauty of life.