The Path I Choose

As I was walking down lifes ' road one bright and sunny morn. I espied up ahead in the crossroads a black haired beauty, her dark locks blowing in the warm breeze. There was a bewitching smile playing about her lips and green eyes you could get hopelessly,happily,lost in. I took up her hand because it seemed what I was born to do. With that touch as our fingers entwined my question was answered, yes this is home and where I belong. We walked along for a while, enjoying the day and each others company. As of a sudden,dark clouds gathered on the horizon, the winds howled,thunder exploded and lightening streaked the sky. Fear crept into the light of those eyes,and a single tear. Gently I took her into my arms and held her close. For you see this is what I was meant to do. I held her tight until the storm clouds passed and the sky once again turned vibrant blue. Once again we walked down lifes' road and presently, came to a fork one road to two. Reluctantly I let go her hand,and started down my path and she hers. Stopping and turning I held out my hand....... Come take my hand,take a chance. Our paths are one,there are no lights ,signs,obstacles or pot holes. For this road leads straight to my heart.