Its her eyes, always her eyes.  Cold stormy blue grey, constantly sliding away from mine, resisting, refusing to see me.

I know what she is afraid of, and I know why.  I have always known.  It's why she never allows herself to catch me. She could have so very many times, we both know it.

If she didn't feel it, what we are to each other, there would be no late night conversations, no Valentine gifts, no Christmas surprises.  If she didn't feel it she would shut me out, shut me down and lock me away.

Instead she locks herself away, in a vain attempt to hang on to what little control we have over our lives.

So I have to fight, to show her there is another choice.

I help her find her missing pieces, and hope she finds her way towards her turning point.

Its the most precious gift I can give her.

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Why have you waited to embrace me, my dear

Cold is your silence, denying what is real

Im still wondering why Im still calling your name

And I wonder, oh I wonder

In my heart Im still hoping you will open the door

The Cross - Within Temptation