She is as tender as a summer breeze yet a tempest could not better express the ferocity of her love.
Her eyes so bright and beautiful so full of caring for all; how did I warrant such a beauty as you?
When did I loose my heart so fully? Your hair is like clouds, floating and free, softer then cotton, not like me.
I'm the 'The Oncoming Storm' frozen by time and pain, but you have melted my hearts. How can this be?
Your kindness has stolen my breath; your passion ignited my soul. When did friendship turn to fantasies of touching you?
When did love overwhelm loss, and the rest become dross?
Oh Rose how can you actually love me?
She loves me.
She loves me!
How can this be?
To Be Continued in Part 03 - New Beginnings