My little fantasy...

Imagine a poem, so beautiful and poetic, it made a tear fall every time you heard it. Imagine a crystal, so perfect in it's shining glory, it's sight could blind you. Imagine cold ice, solid and strong, cold enough to make you shiver to the touch.

Now imagine a woman with all these qualities. Her voice whispers like an angel. Her face is smooth and clear. Her touch could bring you to your knees. Does it exist? Or is it my little fantasy.

Yet, there is a woman, with all this and more. With greatness emanating and her beauty shining as a bright beacon. I found her, or should I say, she found me. I was too busy lost and wandering through my own darkness that I was too blind to see the perfect angel in front of me. She reached to me and pulled me from my rank in the depths of darkness to serve by her side. This is an opportunity too good to miss.

So, in the end, I have her. I have the most perfect woman in the world. Yet is this some warped dream? Some dillusional fantasy? I couldn't care anymore. She's my little fantasy...

((Definitely dedicated to my beautiful shining angel.))