Fire Inside

     In my travels I have met many beautiful women. Beheld many beautiful figures. Held some within my arms. Danced, laughed, loved. But in one busy night, surrounded by beauty a thought occurred to me. That I would never again hold a woman as beautiful as you.

Our nights together could only be described as magic. Every moment I held you in my arms, pure bliss. I remember your tenderness with such fondness. Just as I've admired your strength.

     I wish I could look into your eyes again and see that passion. Feel that passion next to me.

But you'll soon marry another, and I'd not do anything to stand in the way.

    Still, I think of the fire inside you. And how it stirred in me. And I lament that we never found those fires joined. I'd like to sit with you now, on the couch, both reading our books as the fire place crackled and the snow fell outside. And we would fall asleep in each other's arms.

I don't think I ever let you know that you meant this to me. And it seemed our chance had passed before I could. Such winds have sailed, I know. But I think from time to time, of holding you hand in hand, and I wistfully smile. The ocean mist in my eyes. The scent of sandalwood in the air.