Jun 18, 2014
He is the calm in the middle of my storms; words of kindness roll off his tongue.
He has a gentle whisper when trying to get his point across.
Therefore, I take pleasure in knowing he has my best interest at heart.
When I'm feeling stressed during the day, he is my joy in the morning sun.
I look forward to seeing him. There is a need to impress upon him that slowly
he's growing underneath my skin like a vine encircling a tree.
Every day his realness is pulling me- closer into our destiny.
A brave man is he, proclaiming sweetly he play for keeps.
This man is exhibiting exactly what I need: tranquility, stability and positive energy.
Still, my mind is telling me it's all a dream. He is no different than the last one or
the ones before. At times my flesh is tempted to forget the score and surrender to
romance. Is there a slim chance someone could fall for a lonely woman like myself?
I've always been a skeptic since I was a little kid. Most of what I believed had to be
seen or did. However, the future doesn't tell itself. I only have these present actions
to go on. From a distance, a his and her bathrobe looks wonderful, yet the
question remains unanswered.