Purple Passion ...
Old friends, paths crossed, tentative thoughts of possibility.
Entwined hands, awkward kiss, passion grows, valentine.
Gratifying small talk, struggling hearts. Daring to live, love, laugh and trust again.
Opening up and then closing the door, the good bad and ugly, being fully understood.
Hope grows, as the unknown becomes familiar and then adored.
Giving and taking, wanting more, succunbing to passion yet two years later still somewhat reserved.
Sometimes helpless and hopeless, other times in complete control. I love you is spoken, but is it really heard?
Vulnerable hearts wanting nothing more than to love and be loved, but not quite prepared to surrender.
Cosmic courtship of Venus and Mars, discontentedly accepting the silence and preparing to dance solo in the rain.
Ugh! Love sick ... remind me not to try this again!