She longs to share her breath.

Feelings so precious to all of us. We rejoice when laughter is not there. We sit alone waiting for beauty to emit like pages from Shakespeare in his most resolute state. And she sits patiently waiting not knowing who her love will be. Forever waiting and wondering who will take her delicate hand in forever trust and hold it to stop her tears from filling an isolated well with overgrown weeds. She waits for his hand and never knows how she could blossom when his hand reaches for hers and skyward they go like two balloons meeting in mid air and slowly coming down defying gravity to set together forever. How will she find her love sitting and waiting like a grand father clock begging for someone to polish it so it can shine it all its splendor. Like an old beautiful farmhouse sitting so alone never to be recognized for its astounding beauty. For he is the only one that can turn the key to open her pasionssiote heart and let it bleed freely into his like a river mixed with clay flowing violently from a storm in red magic timber. She waits imprisoned longing for her message in a bottle. Where is her love she wonders in the night forever alone waiting with tears that flow like a dam that cannot be held. Like rainwater filling a basement begging for someone to stop the leak and patch it forever. She needs her love to come along soon. Her heart is slowly losing its force and can be saved if only he reached for her in the dark endless night of imprisoned silence. Break the silence and come to me she begs. A love that will turn the key and let her heart flow freely to survive on this magnificant planet.