The calm

I love looking at her, face to face , and when she isnt around in memory.


She is flawless, what one may think are her flaws are part of what makes me love her more. The way her hair falls when straightened ...and bounce in curls, the tip of her nose, the shape of her ears, her almond shaped eyes, a body fit for her amazing stature,her perfectly set lips...skin as soft as cotton, which comfort me in the middle of the night as I grace her heated arms. She will tell you shes wasting away...but I see her growing more and more as every minute goes by.


Her secret is not her own, because it needs not be. Nor does the burden of letting those she cares so much for know. She is amazing in how she cares so much. The way she anticipates the reactions of others. Hell bent on making another feel comfort. Watching her dance across tiled floors... shes my angel. I want nothing more to see her fly.


I find comfort in knowing that we dream...and we dream together.


When I am weak she is strong. She wipes my tears before they fall and shes the voice I play over in my head to make it through any given situation.





She is the wind beneath my wings... my all. She deserves the best, and I will do what I can to provide what it is she needs. For better or for worst, sickness and in health. The calm and the storm , I promise to give my all , no limitations, I will know nothing more.

October 29 2008.