Usually I've dreamt of a land far away -
Where a man would win my love,
and steal my heart away.
This stranger then, would take my hand,
and lead me to the shore -
That washes lonely tears away
And opens Heaven's door...
His voice is strong like thunder,
yet gentle as a breeze -
And with his eyes so dark & deep,
my every need he sees.
His smile is enough to chase -
all my blues away...
His touch is one of warm caress -
it carries me away.
To lose his love would be just like -
A nightmare with no end,
My tears would form a sea of grief -
no comfort could you send.
To live without him would be like -
a ship without a shore,
The winds would blow me endlessly...
I'd have nothing to live for.......
- poet FemmeFatale
"The strongest man in the world is he who stands most alone..." Henrik Ibsen (1826-1906) Norwegian dramatist lyric poet