Painting by Henry Lamy (1985)
When passion strikes you suddenly, it’s like a lightening striking the sky. Spikes of energy and streams of intesity brightens you internally. Your life becomes more colorful. Eyes always smile and the pupils widens. You become more sociable and friendly and tend to see everything nice. Even trouble become a laughing matter.
What an awesome feeling? Does all this come from the heart or the mind? Do chemicals change in your brain and in turn affects your hormones and other chemicals of your body?
But in essence it is heaven to know someone cares about you and calls you the “lady of my dreams”.
I tell myself; be careful and don’t be too gullible to believe everything that said to you. But honestly I really don’t care. I care only about the moment, this very minute. I don’t plan for any future because I have lived more years in the past than I will in the future. Why should I worry even if it is just words? And even if the sayer is trained to be a smooth talker. Who cares!!! Even if they are just words, still hearing them makes me love living.
I thought passion died in me so many years ago, but the phrase “you are the lady of my dreams” awakened it. It brought lightening and thunder to my life. It’s definitely frightening just like when the roar of a thunder expectedly rumble you out of stillness. Absolutely it’s scary like a lightening strikes high voltage of energy in you. People die from thunder striking. But I don’t care…even if this happens as a result of thunder striking phrases the like of ‘the lady of my dreams’. I have become arrogant towards pain.
My General: if I am “the lady of your dreams”, then you are my knight. And frankly you look and act like one.