Well, this is our story, the story of Da Angel, and a lil girl called Cringle. I smile to my self, may our STRENGTH be our bonding.

This I know will cause consternation, and I have thought about this; the problems this may bring.

I know I am not supposed to writing this....but we met online....in a chat room, called beseen. Well I just wanted to say and let the world know my thoughts and feelings for you. Please forgive me. My hun, my true hearts desire, there is nothing I would not give, would not try to do to be with you.

If my words suffer from a lack poetry, their sincerity does not. I met you all those months ago, and you brought light to my shadowed life, a sense of hope, promise and love that I never realised was possible. For those that can bear with this, well.. this is my story,

Baby I sit here as I write, and try to be something I am not, I try to write something I know I cannot. Something that escapes me, something that may express my love for you. I want to write about how you make my heart sing and make my soul escape to places I never thought possible. I want to reach out like a beam of light and touch every one else in this world and let them know the joy you that you bring me. I want to stand atop mountain and scream of my devotion to you, so that every one can somehow understand how much you mean to me. Most of all, I want you to know I love you.

You ask me many times what makes me love you, what is so special and unique about you that makes me feel the way I do. To that question I have no magic words I can use, no picture I can paint to to let you know my deepest feelings for you. I do know that many people have written about the love I feel for you, in a much more eloquent fashion. I am however not able to discourse like they can.

I can however, tell you that when you smile at me I feel a warmth inside my chest. I can say that when our eyes collide, mine light up. That when I walked of the plane and into the lobby, I knew not what this new world that you offered would bring, but I knew I would never trust my own judgement again, till I met you. I hold your hand sometimes, and have to stiffle my desire to crush it, thinking, that this must be a dream and that if I squezze hard enough I will wake up. If I ever woke up without you...I am afraid I would be lost. Your hand on mine, your lips to mine, once these things have been tasted, there is no turning back, my soul is lost in yours.

I know of the little things, that you do that make me smile, like wink at me....hold my hand, brush your hair, apply oreGell, roll over at night into my arms and the way when we sleep in bed and our feet run to touch each others. I love the way we sit and watch T.V. and play with eachothers toes and kiss when the adverts are on, your baby talc smell, the way your lose hairs cling to my face stubble and how your lips tremble when nervous. Most of all I love the way you love me, and for that I am, will always be ETERNALLY YOURS.