SUPPOSE And suppose now I enrapture my heart with the warmth of your smile, the music of your laugh. Suppose I were to gaze into your eyes to touch and caress the depths of your soul. Suppose that for one moment I reach out to touch the very essence of your being. The very light of your spirit. And risk my heart with all good intention. And suppose I get caught up in the giddiness, and embraced in the passion and hope of a happiness only imagined. Do I dare allow myself to believe? How can I, what can I do to allay the fears that hold even tighter my emotions? To find the next breath somehow caught in my lungs. Suppose my heart is simply broken once more. Suppose that what I so dream of is mistaken. Just a mirage in my imagination. Just another light of hope extinguished leaving me alone in the midst of darkness. How could I once again go on alone as I dwell in the agonizing pain of a dull knife’s cold blade ripping across the very heart anticipating love? The reality of loneliness mocks me. The hope of fulfillment pushes me. My heart still beats, my pulse still races. And my passion for love will never die. I suppose I will go for love. Till my last breath leaves me.