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You

Crystal spheres that reflect the sunset, the color of clear skies. As peaceful as the ocean’s current and as warm as the sun-baked sand, the water owns. Orbs of Heaven that dance, recklessly, smiling with your thin red lips that speak symphonies of words.

During the darkest moments I find light, as your gaze locks with mine. The very instant I lose sight, your breath envelops me.

There’s no safer place I feel, nor more loved or precious then in your arms, as they lock around me from behind, holding me, as for us time always seems to stop.

There’s no easier state of mind, then when all there is, is you and me, dancing in the ocean’s breeze.

Your broad shoulders, muscular and tan, have absorbed many tears and have been a constant source of comfort as I love to rest my head against them as you hug me.

Your hands are warm and hold my smaller ones tightly at your side, kissing them and bowing at the waist in mock pretend that I am worshiped.

The tips of your fingers are scarred from guitar strings, rough but responsible for music that you and your acoustic guitar will be famous for, if only in my heart.

Your ears hang on to every word, listening to the good and the bad, to constant raves and constant chatter.

You smile down at me, as I ramble on and on, when I’m not saying anything at all, when I enter a room, when I try to be mad and when I try to tell a joke but mess up. You smile at me even when there’s no reason to and tell me constantly by your lips, your eyes and your voice, that you love me.

You make me feel safe, and you help me get over my insecurities…my many insecurities.

When I need to feel like a baby, you cradle me in your arms, and when I need to feel independent you don’t mind standing in the shadows as I stand on my own.

You force me to look at you when I try to hide my tears, and apologize for whatever caused them. Then when the shoe is on the other foot and you’re the one that needs a shoulder to cry on, you act all tough in front of a crowd but break down when it’s just you and me. You let me know I’m needed and that I’m wanted and appreciated.

You try to understand my moods and can tell when I just need my space. You let me think that I’m smarter, and prettier and better then anyone else in the world…even if I’m not, because no matter what anyone else thinks, to you, I actually am.

For all those reasons, and a million more, I love you.