star crossed lovers (wont say I am in love)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=thaGW-Si7h8
 this is my insperation....
1- wont say I am in love -herculais

her eyes wounder across the field, her legs crossed, and her mask on, the mask that she carefully applies whenever he`s around, the mask that bluntly states, I dont care about anything you did, do, or you could ever do, the mask she puts on to condseal the one that screams words she wont ever admit...

all the men and women on that field seem to be in complete ignorance of the sweet agonization these two parties feel, the painful longing, and the stolen glances...

she sits her legs crossed and she wonders, she more than strenuously attempts to find an explanation to her current foolishness, with her being a perfectly logical, sensible women, for a lack of a better frase, it makes no since.

but its a most wonderful sensation ,greatest of air, some sort of healing power that invades her soul, that speeds her heart up and rushes her blood, the moment she takes a look at him, and he is most himself, nothing but a humble wonderful man, its that feeling that she gets whenever she looks at this man who lasts for about  a few seconds, before he is back to his old self , his old rotten, conceded self. and she loses him..

it is those few moments that she has with the man that she refuses to admit her love to, she cannot declare it to herself, that she, with all her morals , may have fallen for a man, whose biceps are much larger than his brain, who must be pulled aways from a mirror, a man much beneath her in all kinds of ways, yet whenever she sees that gentle look of his, something within her comes to life,  some thing that she hopelessly wishes would sees to exist.
but here she is, sitting at a chair crossing her legs staring at the field in front of her, staring at the man in front of her and he is talking to her and her and her...

"I cant believe I have been this stupid"

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he stands atop the field, the definition of a man he is, his shoulders wide, his legs spread, in all of Rome he is feared, in all of Greece too,yet he shivers, this large man shivers at her approach the women that could so clearly brake him down, with nothing but mere words, the exact words he dreads? "I do not love you"

there is something, a certain something about the way she stands, about the soft way she speaks, about her gentle treads, about the melodic sound of her laughter, and the warmth of her smile, and there is something awfully heartbreaking about the way she looks at him, or that is how she tries to look at this man, who`m to her, has as dim of wits as they could come.

he tries his best to look presentable, to act presentable, yet unknowingly he is most attractive to her when he is nothing but a mere human...

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they stand there, helpless lovers, bound to not know each other, restrained by there foolish pride and there restraining fear , and made to dwell in there own misfortune.

Author note:
according to previous post, I will be posting a serious of Disney inspired short stories, so this is number one...
hope you enjoy.