A little of something not finished

There is somebody that I love, somebody that my heart sings for, but it's a tragic story rarely told, his eyes are a grey blue, looking close you can see he's torn, his smile is slight but bright when he wants it to be, he calls to me occasionally, when he's curious, I'm something dark, his dark queen he calls me. When we are together the world moves slow and fast all at the same time. We dig deep into each others minds. We talk of tragedy and all thinks meant, yet not to be. When we dance its intoxicating, you can't get enough, sometimes it's all I think of, sometimes it's all I dream of. I feel so empty at times when I wake up without him, why isn't he there? Why aren't we together? Questions, so many questions.... So few answers.