I never set out to write this.
It’s like knowing you are an anchor to my sails, a fire in my soul, a wind that sways me.
I never set out to tell the world about it,
But what consumes me every second of my waking life is a single thought,
and it is that somewhere…somehow, and at sometime, you held me dear.
It’s like dancing around a fire, walking on hot coal, singing to a storm…
It’s like being and not being, a whirlwind of thoughts, a flurry of emotions,
For three minutes…you are my wild love and nothing but chords and sweet melody!