fate is a four letter word

i slid into another broken heart.

it started as an image, a promise.
it flourished into flesh and blood,
with your stringed curiousity you came to me.
your soft sense of subtle security soothed my
nerves, i felt so... in place.
i fell apart at your dispair, brought to life
       by your joy.
influenced and dictated by emotions,
not of my own.
i feel, you felt.  i cry, you hurt.  fire ignite,
i burn at ease, ceasing radiance aglow
from your embers.
      i feel your warmth.
teasing, tingles, tickle, timid,
cold flame runs my body through
                              and through.

anticipate, i cannot wait,
lovely thou art, beat of your heart.
i felt that night, a part of you,
hand over heart, your soul sings loud.

haunting frequent cardiac distress,
      unrest, your eyes they speak.
you are the gift that you said you could
never be to me.
by what reasons does this come by?

Fate?

what could be wrong, if for one day,
i believed in, those words you say?
i trust your faith, and all you are,
if you were true, i would be still.

there would be horizon,
we cannot reach.

fate and faith intertwine,
self-sufficient peace of mind.
i would go back to the start,
just as long as i felt the
beat of your heart,
in the end.