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Loading ...She deserves so much better than I could possibly give to her,
yet she chose me, why my heart may never comprehend.
Any person, for her, would be so much better,
yet she still remains right here, holding onto my hand.
Is this what love is, understanding, lost, completely in another,
wanting everything in the world for that person, never feeling worthy?
When I think of her, one word comes to my mind: forever,
that’s how long I want to hold her, to keep her close, right next to me.
To wake up and hear her voice, to feel her breathing,
how I long for that day, for the time when we will be together.
In the depths of my mind, I know she is my very everything,
And that one word comes into my mind, yet again : Forever.
Forever by her side, forever holding her hand, forever with her,
eternity seems far too short of a time to spend with the one I love.
Yes love it is, it must be, of this I can very well be sure,
of her eyes, her voice, her touch, I will never ever get enough.
Often times, I read back on her Charismatic Collection of Prose,
marveling in its beauty, in its ability to touch me each and every time.
How long I have hungered, I have sought for this one and only love,
for her beauty, her heart, all are a very rare find.
How often I’ve wanted to reach through these barriers between us,
to take her hand, hold her close to me, and gently kiss her lips.
How long I’ve wanted to assure her that everything will be allright,
yet, time and space stand between the both of us, between our love.
My vow to her, to be there forever, untill she no longer wishes me,
for, her love is that true and unique treasure, the one I’ve been searching for.
Her love is that soothing, calming touch on an otherwise reckless day,
every bit I see leaves me craving for oh so much more.
© 01/02/02 TJW
