Donna and the Dragon

I watch as you seek the breathing dragon with a heart of love. Loneliness drives your images While your heart craves connection. You pass letters of lonliness to the universe hoping for mercy. You lost yourself somewhere in an ideal that never was. I feel your desire for a relationship that would provide you with your wishes, as you have come to know them. I think you hope for more to be added. Something unknown to you but good. The anklet which identifies you. The bracelets which commit you. And the collar of devotion to which you aspire. A mantle placed upon your shoulders signifying you are loved and watched over and bound to a duty contracted by your heart. You approach in trepidation, seeking the strength which demands you To which you weaken every time relishing your surrender. Your heart hopes in every known way to live this love. And your celebration of womanhood is completed in this. There will be times the demand will make you cry. Sometimes from pain, sometimes from joy. You are more than willing to pay the cost You desire to do it. You need it. But you see, you can only imagine what is across the river of trials. You don't have the courage to cross. You don't write the invitation to cause a man to come. Instead you interrogate your love. What is there in your mind that is deliberate? Will it acquire what your heart desires? How would you know? You are lost. Lost people seek desperate remedies. We should all have the good sense to reach out to the one who loves us Instead, you wander in circles, discontent, in your lonliness and too scared to act like a big girl.