Witch Doctor's blog: "Words on Paper"

It started off, so simple so small, like the life of a

tree in early spring. Slowly surely as my heart grows

fonder, the buds of life begin to blossom.

She sits on a knoll, her gaze out upon a blue lake, a

simple view yet so grand. It warms her soul, touches her

face, drenches her in its awe.

I am consumed, yet on edge with uncertaintity, to even

draw myself close, for I so fear to cause some despair, I

hope she will have me, to simply complete me, this is

something i must bear

I take those first steps, with caution, no haste. Softly

approach her small space, and sit down beside her. I turn

my head to look at the view that she sees

I struggle within me, to touch her to hold her, yet

restraint keeps me at bay, like a delicate flower, I fear

to push it away

She turns her head, smiles at me, a warmth washed over me,

drenching me to my very bone, I let go of my concern, push

myself closer, allowing whatever is to come

She reaches out and touches, my butterflies flutter, I

tremble no longer in fear, the want and feelings of need

and desire, swallows me totally whole