I held my heart close to my soul, within dark shadows I believed it to be safe. O how I longed to expose it to the light of love, but I wasn't sure anyone would take notice.

As she came into view, my heart reveled in her radiant light, it was like a full moon on a cold January night. Everything else around me went black as the winter sky, the sun was eclipsed by her smile alone.

She touched my hand. I struggled to reign in my emotions, so pure, so fragile, not easily shattered, no more like fine crystal meant to caress only the best of wines. She is exquisite, I am overwhelmed to my core. I don't know what to do, she stirs my soul.

I am in pain, for my heart is far too large now to fit back into the closet from which it came. It pushes and fights to be released but there is no place for it to rest. I have not yet given it away to anyone for safe keeping.

Like a boat caught in a gale, I am searching for a safe harbor, A marina to which I can securely be moored and take refuge, it seems I am a cruel master, but I am deeply wounded. I would love to give my heart that one thing we all desire ... freedom.

Tell me, how can I give her anything less than all of me? She is worth so much more than the value given by fools past. Am I being cautious or am I just afraid? I have convinced myself that I am looking out for her best interest and not that of my own. I don't know what to do, she stirs my soul.

She stirs my soul! I proclaim boldly to the world, her image has been etched into my heart of stone. I can no longer hold it for now my heart runs through my fingers like sand. It pools at her feet, there is nothing I can do to stop it, and I don't care.

I feel as though I am eighteen again and my life is abandoned to thoughts of her night and day. Even my sleep has been decimated by visions of her loveliness. Nothing else could ever hurt so good, I don't know what to do. I think I am afraid, she stirs my soul.