Where From Here: Part 1

He and she started in a dream, and both didn't want to wake up. So in love, they hardly had to say it - they never wanted it to stop. They looked into each others eyes often, and played and entertained.                               Both ached with happiness, like the moon twirling off the rooftop.                                    An idealic world they made,  a twosome that no one could top.                                                  Both begged, "please don't ever stop."                                    She was spunky and had personality, who's desire was to please. Talents many, but put in background, cuz she put him on top. She didn't know what way was best, so she languished in his eyes.           Intertwined with her lover, as he, thought of each other nonstop.           Infatuation won, they kept delighting, they did not ever stop.                        So she sang "please sweetheart, don't stop" He is brilliant, but lost, lost and she hope he finds his way.                             Mind swimming what he should do, will do, he's in his head nonstop. She loves him, all mixed up and hidden,  lucky to been called his.           But  he strums his guitar, til he figures and has the drop.          He wanted to do something, trying to avoid labeled a sop.                        But he's sure, "it's time to stop." He is weary from his troubles, and he's stumbling to keep up. Voices of his past haunting him, and wondering will they ever stop. He needed time alone, to start, to find purpose in his life.          But still waiting at the screen, hopeful, at his own desktop.          " Proud",  what he longed to hear, as he stared at own backdrop.                        Sadly dwelling, "he has to stop." Con't....