You entered my life like a gentle sigh, Like a quiet breeze blowing softly through the leaves. You were a stranger first, one who laughed freely and easily, Who spoke of minor intimacies and common grounds, Who made me feel strangely liked and valued. You became my friend, no longer a stranger, Trusting me with secrets hidden, Confiding what you liked and hated. We talked and laughed and, as time passed by, I grew more and more dependent upon your smile.
From strangers to friends was just a baby step, A step a thousand others take every day. Without your trust and trusting ways, Without your smiles and encouraging gaze, I would never have taken the step beyond. But the gentle breeze blowing through the leaves is relentless and never ending. We became closer friends, and closer still, until much of my life was centred around the times we spent together.
We travelled far along the path of friendship, Avoiding the bumps somehow, never stumbling, Always in step with one another. You were my guide, my eyes and ears, the unfailing light that lit the road before us. Hand in hand, shoulder to shoulder, you brought me along our course, To a destination I had never seen before. You became my best friend along that journey, the anchor in my life where none had ever been.
You did a good job of guiding our steps, A job no other could ever do, and it wasn't your fault, really, when I stumbled. Somewhere along our path, Perhaps where the heights were making me dizzy with joy, I simply lost my balance and fell. By the grace of God, I fell not to either side, nor to the rear, But fell instead forward, along the path we'd tread. My plunge forward was unguided, and my steps were steps you never intended. I fell in love with you.
From strangers, to friends, to close friends, to best friends. And beyond. I've never been sorry for any step we've taken together, no, not even for the fall I took alone. I never knew, before knowing you, how empty my life had been. I thought I was happy. I thought I was successful. I thought I had known love and all that love can bring. But the gentle breeze, blowing softly through the leaves, Carries the smell of wild flowers and still wilder beasts, And what you brought into my life can never be assessed.
We are so very different, you and I. And yet so much the same. And our differences merge with our similarities, Giving rise to something special and unique. We talk. Of all the things I value about this thing that is us, and there are so many I often lose count, I value most the way we talk about any thing any time any where. And each time I listen to you, each time I ponder what you've said, I learn something new. About you. About me. About the world. I've learned to trust in your instincts.
I love the vitality and zest that is so much a part of you. I never would have believed the breeze, blowing softly through the leaves, Could be so filled with life. I treasure that spark of spirit in you, that flashing flare of fire that animates all that you do. It's easy to see how much you love life, even when life is sometimes less than lovable, and that love is always mirrored in your eyes and smile. You are never more beautiful than when that spark ignites and your vitality blazes in your happy face.
And, yes, I love your beauty, shallow as that may sound. I love the way your eyes change from blue to blue-green, the way the morning sun catches afire in your hair, the way your nostrils move when you breathe deep breaths, the way your tongue slips out of its safe harbour when you think deep thoughts. I love the curve of your cheek, that soft milky canvas for the faint scar you won't talk about. I love your tiny eyelashes, the small gaps in your teeth, the way your earlobes hang lower than mine. Your beauty truly takes my breath away.
I love the way you trust in me, never quite whole hearted, but always just enough. That trust started as a small seed, I think, a tentative whisper of unearned confidence, often shrouded by a cloak of hesitation and unsurety. I could always tell when you faltered, when the steps we took were uncertain and questioned. And yet still you trusted me, with your secrets, with your feelings, with yourself. You'll never know how much that trust has meant to me.
I love the way you understand me too well. It's uncanny sometimes how well you know my thoughts, my feelings, my moods, frightening at times how closely our lives have become interlinked. You know so much of me, secrets I've never told, thoughts I've never shared, parts of me I've never seen myself. You've discovered a window into my being, a window I didn't know was there, a window no one else has ever found. It's almost as if our two souls have merged into one, almost as if the hand of God has repaired that which once was broken.
I love the way we have fun doing the strangest things, or the way we can enjoy each other doing nothing at all. We shop and walk, eat and talk, playing games apart and united. We study and drill, work and play, listening to music and singing the words together. We have fun with each other, frolicking in our shared pleasures, you enjoying the thrill of life, me just enjoying you.
I'm not blinded by my love, though, and know you are not perfect. You are impatient and easy to anger, too intolerant when you should tolerate, too forgiving when you shouldn't forgive. You allow the stresses of life to mould your day, allow the commitments of life to shape your way. I know your imperfections as well as your perfections, know your faults as well as your assets. And I find I love you not in spite of those, but as much because of them as anything else.
Your life has touched mine. My friendship with you, my love for you, all that you are and aren't, have changed my life in ways you cannot fathom, in ways I could never describe in depth. The gentle breeze, blowing softly through the leaves, has worked her wondrous magic, transforming the one she touched. I'm not the same man I was a year ago. I will never be that man again.
The communication we've shared has taught me to value our honest openness, and I know I'll never be satisfied again with less. Your trust in me has taught me to trust in you, knowing you will never intentionally cause me pain. Your spark of vitality has transformed the way I see life, giving me reason again to live and cause to celebrate. Your beauty, both inner and outer, has renewed the wonder with which I see the world, and has restored my sense of awe. Even the fun we share, that senseless sense of joy, has changed the way I live and think.
As much as you've altered my present, though, the effect you've had on my future is just as great. I once thought I knew what love meant to me, once thought I had experienced all that life had to offer. I lived and I loved, and I hurt and I grew, and I believed I could never love again, could never willingly face the pain of caring. Love was a myth, I thought, and true love, lasting love, was just a lie told by poets. But I was wrong.
In learning to love you, I discovered I've never loved before. Not truly. Not entirely. Not eternally. I've spent much of my life in love with love, searching for the fulfilment of a concept, caring more for caring than caring for another person. I confused lust with love, intimacy with affection. And when those feelings waned, when the relationships died, I wondered why I felt so empty. So hurt. You changed that, as you've changed so much else. You taught me how to love.
I wish you knew the me of before, as you know so well the me of today, so you could see the difference knowing you has made. You've changed my life in so many ways, in ways small and ways important, in ways you'll never know nor understand. The impact you've had on me, on the way I feel and think and act, will endure forever. Until the end of time. Like a quiet breeze blowing softly through the leaves?.
As I sit over here, looking your way Wondering what I am going to say But instead I write this letter Of what I?m thinking of you today It goes
Dear, Ms. The love of my life Ever since I laid eyes on you the first time My stomach went low My eyes turned blue But know matter what I can?t stop thinking of you The way you light up a room The way you support your clothes The way you are different in the ways of life You?re perfect in every way that you are When you walk, talk, near or far The ocean can?t light up so blue like you And people can?t stop saying all the nice things you do I?ll still love you whether you have Cancer or Flu Cause when you get down to it, all that?s not important What is, is you We may have wrongs, We may have rights We may have arguments, We may have fights But while all this is going on Always remember I wrote you this sweet little song We will marry, have a kid or two I will already be a Millionaire, So all my attentions to you Support our kids Make love every night Always cuddle when in tears or in fright Can you believe, It?s our fourth anniversary Our kids grew up and graduated from the nursery You still look so beautiful, Oh yes you do Like back when I first laid my first eyes on you Physical attraction is to my satisfaction Theirs always a reaction, when we are in action I may die first or you may too When your feeling blue Just look at this letter I wrote to you This letter is proof that love can last I meant every word, from the first to the last We will live through eternity Good thing I know the church is true Baby, Honey, Sweetheart, My lover, My best friend Let me just thank God every night That he gave life So I can grow to meet you And make you my Special Pure love I can?t say this enough I love you That these tears of happiness And we will live in celestial gloryness
Open your eyes let me see your smile there are no words to describe the beauty I see, When you look back at me.
I can only try to let you know how I feel by looking into your eyes showing you my love is so real.
I can take my hands caress softly your beautiful face take my fingertips and trace all the beauty I see, When you look back at me.
All you have to do is stand still let my eyes see what I feel, Take your hand and place it upon my chest stand back and hear the sounds as you feel the way my heart pounds.
Only you could bring out a love this strong making my world warm again a place where we both belong, So open your eyes my love let me see your smile I am a mirror that reflects true beauty that I see, When you look back at me.
Walk with me, the path of life, to explore every bend of the road Enjoy with me the beauty of life, along its wonderful way
Find comfort with me, in each other's arms, when grief crosses our path Find strength with me, in each other's strength, when despair lies in wait
Laugh with me, a single true laugh, to enlighten another's distress Cry with me, a single true tear, to understand true happiness
Cherish with me, the wonders of life, as they need to be preserved Rejoice with me, in the mysteries, of what is yet to be
Find peace with me, in each other's souls, when the world has gone insane Find love with me, in each other's hearts, until this life has been fulfilled
And when the path comes to an end I hope we can say from within We've known the beauty of true love, our love came from within
When I?m around you, it?s like a Whirlwind of Butterflies, And with every glance, I?m taken, higher and higher. To see, your beauty is to fall, into a sea, of unmatched bliss. The thought of you, alone, brings such happiness. Your essence, it is, just drunkening, it?s like a spirit to my soul. It intoxicates me, totally, right down to the bone. Your smile, bountifully beautiful, as delightful as can be, Whenever I see it, sheer bliss comes over me. Your fragrance, so redolent, overtakes me, like a light, cool, summer?s wind. To describe, your beauty, I can?t even begin, For, such beauty, there are no words to capture. Your beauty, simply, spelling, utterly, it enraptures, But it?s more than just your beauty that makes you, all so wonderful. Your personality, pleasant, pleasingly personable, Everything about you, absolutely, incredible. You?re ?Pure perfection,? in my eyes. Whenever I?m around you, it?s like a Whirlwind of Butterflies!!!
If I wrote you a sweet poem to evince lustfully penetrating thoughts would a smile spread across that palate of perfection, radiating its incomparable heat into depths of longing?
If I wrote you a sweet poem surrendering to the unquenchable fire with which my loins burn would you feel a damping flow and yield to your sexuality's susceptibility?
If I wrote you a sweet poem painting passion's ultimate intensity would sensations stir within you yearning spurred on by wistful desires?
If I wrote you a sweet poem exposing fantasies of tasting you savouring each drop of you would you then understand the insatiable needs you create, this torturous burning in the very essence of my soul?
If I wrote you a sweet poem binding your resistance in ropes of devotion teasing each inch of silken flesh with torments of tingling stimulation would you know this moment could last forever forever frozen in time, forever lasting in emotion?
I see myself holding you close to me, Squeezing your body tight. But for all I see as I daydream- I know I'll get tenfold tonight.
Running my palms across your breast, As you tremble and bite your lip. Feeling your hands upon my chest, The softness of each fingertip.
Tasting your neck so sweet, so soft, And slowly lowering my kiss. Over pert nipples, across your navel, And finally into pure bliss.
Looking upon your face from below- As you tilt back your head. Feeling your fountains begin to flow- As you ease back on the bed.
Your "innocent little devil" look- Crying insatiably with the sensation. Lip to lip lapping up every drip- From the well of your creation.
The way you pull me up by the hair- To the heat of your mouth, on fire. No other thoughts, no other cares, Just the quenching of mad desire.
Riding the tide of passion, Pushing my love into you. On the waves of your emotion- In slow motion, so sweet and true.
Pulse pounding in resounding rapture, Taken to the hilt, then just past. Rhythm growing, faces glowing, The climax coming fast.
That heated, illicit look- Of ecstasy across your eyes. The culmination nearing- Within your undulating thighs. Echoing throughout the heavens- On overindulgent cries.
The sultry look upon your face- In reaching that gyrating gush. The way you bite my fingers- When I try to make you hush.
Your arching back, your fingernails, Your perfume mixed with sweat. The way you keep rubbing against me- With your insides already so wet.
The way when I'm beat dead and ready- To fall face first to the floor, You put your sweet lips to my ear- And whisper, "I want more! "
Whenever Katie thought of her life, she always started it with "Once Upon a Time," like the stories her mother used to tell her before she faded off to sleep. In those stories, the damsel or the heroine always had a perfect prince come rescue them, or did wondrous things that changed people lives. They also ALWAYS had a happy ending. Katie longed for happily ever after.
Who was to know that Katie would grow up so differently. When her mother read her those bedtime stories, Katie would envision wonderful things for her life. She saw the man next to her as someone she could always share with. Someone who she would long to reach out and touch, no matter where they were and what they were doing. Someone who would turn toward her as they were driving down the parkway and catch her looking at him, and smile.
Katie had a man next to her now. But unlike her dreams, this man would never notice her touch, much less turn to look at her. Katie wondered what she'd ever seen in him. How had her dream man become so callous? How had he become someone who yelled at her for no apparent reason, and the touch of passion become a slap of anger? Katie wondered mostly why her life was nothing like the stories.
As she walked through the local grocery store, her mind wandered freely. Picking up the staples of which she fed her family, she thought of her fairy tale man. He seemed a myth. There wasn't such a person. There couldn't be. Any man she had ever been with always fell short of her dreams. Perhaps in the beginning there would be a feel of wonder, but it would quickly fade as she began to realize that the person she was with wasn't considerate at all, wasn't caring of her feelings. She doubted herself eventually. She evidently wasn't worthy of Prince Charming.
As she reached for the shining red apple, her mind was elsewhere. As her hand closed around it, she felt a jolt of electricity flow up from the floor and tingle th...
