An empty vessel,
I called it my heart,
Unaware it could be filled,
I lay in wait,
In dreams,
Thinking of the possibility,
Of their manifestation,
Yet,
Questioning it.
Dreams of a full heart,
Yet, it would take much toil,
To repair the empty vessel,
As it is glass,
And contains many a crack,
Some so deep,
That the blood,
Just pours without restraint.
Ah, the many cracks,
Still holding,
Only by the thin dreams.
Lying in high hopes,
Yet fear lurks about,
Fearing of the dreams,
No longer holding.
Fear of further shattered glass,
But then,
A new dream unfolds,
Such a vivid dream,
A fairy tale,
Of...a girl,
But not just any girl,
This beautiful young girl,
She is different.
How?
'Tis Unexplainable.
She,
Is...perfect.
Yes,
PERFECT,
In every single manner.
This beautiful girl,
Has only one word worthy,
Perfect.
But I,
I am a fool,
For this girl is but a dream,
Not so much as imaginative,
For she is real,
A living dream.
Is she the one?
The one to repair this vessel,
The heart I have disowned,
As it only caused me pain?
It is possible,
Yet, I fear to see,
Because if not,
I would leave this angel's heart,
Broken and shattered,
Just as my own.
Should I risk so much?
Should I give my heart,
To such an angel,
And hold her heart carefully,
Against my own?
Would they beat at the same rhythm,
Or stop beating altogether?
Such risk,
So much to lose,
Yet,
The possibility remains,
The possibility...
Of us.
Us,
A word I would never have thought,
That I would partake in.
Us.
So sweet,
This fair goddess,
Quintessence,
Such purity,
Such art to the eyes,
Such gentle touch to the soul.
What's this?
A crack...
A crack in the glass...
Lessened?
But how?
Is it possible?
Frozen where I stand,
Legs lost all will to move,
My head turns,
Away from the earth I always watch,
An into a more precious green,
In this girl's eyes.
What is this?
So foreign,
Yet so familiar,
Warmth...
My heart is...warm.
Who would've thought this possible?
Nervous.
Is this just another dream,
More false hope?
Nay,
She is real.
I reach my hand forth,
Taking that risk
Only to find,
That she hesitates as well,
Yet doesn't push me away,
Waits,
And puts me to the test.
Unknowingly,
I faced many of her tests,
Yet, I pass them.
[she then,
puts forth her hand,
and I take it.
So soft her skin,
Such a gentle touch,
So pure.
I feel her love,
Pouring from her heart,
Through our hands,
And healing the cracks,
Leaving me full,
And so warm
Happiness.
Amazing.
I feel...happy.
I never wish to lose this girl,
This angel,
This goddess.
I love her.
We embrace,
Holding each other close,
Never letting go.
She feels the same
About me.
This great dream,
A reality,
Now our fairy tale,
And we will...
Have our happy ending.
I promise her that.
