Actually....

I met her already in Denmark once
I remember, though it's been many months
She wept in a church where I silently stood
Looking at her, sorry, though stiff as wood.

Are you ok, I said, she wiped her eyes
with a downward look that told no lies
her story was true, her beauty real
and listening I did her sadness feel

Do I now betray the faith of a friend?
for trust me, dear reader, I do not bend
the story since all I've said is true
I hope she forgives that I'm telling you

She had a desire so impossible
caught by a man so horrible
that her he would have, despite his wife
and so mess up his very own life

Her boss it was that was so using her
but she said no since she did prefer
to be pure in this life and not hurt his wife
yet here she stood with such inner strife

An artist she was making glass blue and white
fragile and clear, like the moon in the night
standing on bridges in Aarhus I felt
the soul of a woman who my being did melt

Goodbye we said and promised to meet
one fine day again on a lucky street
I thank fortune's choice that I got to know
a person with such a beautiful glow

:D She wasn't kidnapped, just in a difficult situation with her boss whom she liked, but he was married and she wouldn't break their marriage bond. She was "caught" by him emotionally.

Thank you for the idea :) I don't have time right now for writing a novel, but in time I would like to write one, yes.

Tak for henvisningen, Haleløs. Den bør jeg virkelig læse :D