He will come one day. He will be there in front of her eyes but she will be unknown. He, midst the soothing composure,will know of mysticism.He will sing of love but she will be in the dark. He will be the one writing of love this time.He will write of the sweet aroma that swirled around her and also about the brown eyes that yearned for affection.He will recollect the times of pain she's been through and a beautiful symphony will be heard.A song of tragic heartbreak will ensue and people will be moved. He will give her roses and for all the times he missed,he will add another one.She, who waited was worth it. She who waited deserved.He will kiss her on her lips and she will follow.She will be shy yet enthralled.Her lips will want more but she will be afraid.Too scared to ask for more yet sorry she didn't. She will be living a dream but she will know in her heart that it wont last forever.She will not dare dream of happy-ever-afters because noth