Breath left the hollow of my lungs as the morning light hit the smooth, olive surface of his skin. As each muscle glinted in the sharp rays, I felt my own tense. His dark auburn hair fell in ringlets around the soft features of his face. Slowly and deliberatly his dark eyes looked up to meet my gaze and I wanted to drown within their warmth. As I walked over to kneel beside him, my soul lept out of my stomach; only to be enveloped in the solace of his arms. My skin felt as if it was on fire under his touch. The world could have ceased to exsist at this very moment and I would have taken no notice. The golden threads that bind us together, time itself could not break. This man is my very soul.