I have fallen, faithless, at the feet of a stranger,
sought solitude in open arms and found the sound of home
in beating veins, and thrumming heart.
we dance, and the sound is thunder,
we sing, and the world becomes a stranger.
what fate is love, but bittersweet?
what horror, what ecstasy, what dream?
monster.
iamwhatshewrote 
Love this! You can feel the passion.