"His physical appearance astounded me. Like fresh red roses growing on a snowy mountainside, under which rare green emeralds reside. He was dashing, soft-spoken and sincere. Contrasting his gentle appearance was his astounding green eyes, with a stare which could cut through glass. This timidity hid the frustration within, to which one could only hazard a guess. Like the roses growing in the snow, he was strong. Like the emeralds, he was rare. His persona was just and fair.

Quiet as a mouse, yet as brave as a lion. As brilliant as the first Winter snow, yet as mysterious as each star in the night sky.

Bear with me please, for I need you to know; there is no other place I would rather go. When I get to that special place, there is nothing more I ask than your warm embrace.

So please join me now, come find me here; end all my nightmares and chase away all my fears."

I wrote this in the early hours of the morning when I couldn't sleep. It is the 1st part to a slightly larger piece of writing. It is nowhere near complete.