A bridge

We are face to face, only inches from one another.... I can see
only you, only your eyes and I like it that way. It is as if a draw bridge has
lowered and your soul invites me in. I can see deep into your soul. It is
welcoming and warm like a cozy fire in the middle of a cold winter night. Yet,
I stand still, afraid to move, afraid to touch your soul because that would
mean I would have to make mine available to you. How do I dare to let me own
drawn bridge lower? Have the hinges rusted shut after being closed tight for
so long? I shut it tight so long ago and but yet its own fire still burns
within me. Waiting for someone to come along and touch it, to sit beside my
fire and be cozy. If I lower my bridge will you cross it with love, warmth,
and tenderness or will you bring in another Trojan horse to fool me unleash
havoc and ruin upon my tortured soul? I must trust you and let you cross
because I so want to cross into your soul and show the love that is so
restless inside of me. It is a cup runneth over and time to share some with
you. I walk across your bridge now with shaky legs and a racing heart. I
walk towards you soul and through your bridge, your eyes. Knowing full well,
mine is now open again. Please be gentle as you cross my bridge and head for
my soul. Touch it oh so gently and awaken the love it holds oh so close.

Cross my bridge, through my eyes. My soul awaits.