All Consuming

All Consuming

I do not know what it is about you Mr. Italian.. I was just a teenager and you were like a dream to me even then. I found you once after and let you slip through my fingers by circumstantial space and time. Never once did the image of you fade and now.. and now my heart beats violently against my chest,  in suspenseful anticipation of what could be.

Will your image finally fade as an epic story that is never told or will you be real Mr. Italian..? Is this fire my want, my need, my destiny or will you be ashes turned to dust inside the walls of forgotten dreams… I cannot take it!  I need to know before my heart explodes.. because surely it may, and if not then I will stand alone.

You are who I have always wanted. Whether it is out of my own selfish needs or by an epiphany of what is really true and fated.. it does not matter. Either way I want you.

If you are not the one then have mercy on my burning heart, and if you are then will you not take my hand and jump into these flames with me…Be consumed by all that I am and you are and all that we can be..

Il mio Sig. italiano..