The Depth of a Soul..

A smile is on my face, it's been a while since it's been this way. A new fire has been lit. I see things differently now, Somethings happen, I can't quite pick it out. Where have you been? Wait, you've always been in my life. Thanks for this new sensation, This new smile, you make the days go by faster, a sky without any clouds on a sunny day. New air, A New Start, A fresh look. I'm crazy about you, and it scares me more than I dare to say. But thanks for it all! To you I write this, To you I hope and pray this wont end!

It's Sad to think, That with our story as it is, And you with your mind made up, would say that we as one, will no longer dance as you and I. Not that I blame you, You're heart is fragile, and my mistakes have been many, But as I see it somethings only improve. I'm not saying that all will be as was, or that I am perfect, but things change, and you know me, I can't give up a fight. When you tell me what you're struggling with, I have to shut certain things out, For my initial responses is to take care of it all, and be what you need in every sense of that phrase. But I with your desire in mind, have to keep a certain distance to keep my heart in tact. I must do what I can to mimic the same thoughts you share, that we are not right together, To respect your wishes, I must comply. It's not all that bad I guess, For things wouldn't entirely be easy, as people like you and me, aren't the easiest of people. But with all things in mind, I will still be able to

I've already decided, that this year will be more complete, shine much brighter, Be more than 2010 could have ever been. Last year, burnt a hole in my heart, Taught me how to love, the meaning of that word, That life isn't something to toy with, that you will be burned if you don't set your mind against it, That even after your best effort you can still fail. It has taught me how to become more, to stretch to the very limits of what you thought you could be, and come out higher than you could have ever. 2010 was a year of hardships and trials with the rewards at the end. I see life differently, I see depth, I see colors in things that were once gray. Music has a new meaning, words aren't just words, but portraits of the heart mixed with a tune that fabricates life. To you 2011, I will make you the most it could ever be. There might be bags under my eyes, I might grow several grey hairs, but I'm not stopping till I accomplish what I know I can. 2011 you are mine, I w

Two attached, is two in love. Those whose hearts has grown as one. Whose friendship has withstood the tempests of life, and will endure throughout the eternities. The look into their eyes speak of time unbending; with the willingness to grow old together. I know that love is there, it's real and available to anyone. It's true, love completes, and it heals the holes in ones heart. I can't help but smile at the thought, that someday I will find it again. Rather I know her or not, It doesn't matter, The time will come, if it hasn't already. The Hope in a weary heart, is that it can happen. Just dance at the beat, leap at the moment, look like an idiot to just make her smile. Go after it, you don't always have to know, Just trust in it. Let the fire never die, even after 100 burnt out attempts. Never stop to wonder, for you might miss out. Pick it up, cherish it, Sometimes even in the most unlikely places, you can find it. Love spoken, is a love budding. This is tru

The soft spoken words of a mother to her child, or the soothing serenity found as the wind softly lifts your hair, the eyes of a father while looking upon his new son, The soft touch of ones lips as they find a long awaited home in the arms of soon to be lovers. Look at me, tell me. Let me feel the warmth of your love, Let me hear the softness of your voice, let me see the same nervousness I feel, entrenched on your face. Comfort, a soothing remedy that heals the wandering heart. The warmth of our embrace as we hold each other dear, The hope of a single soft spoken promise, The knowledge of trust you hold in me. The quick but swirling stir as the wind picks up autumns leaves. The twinkle in your eye as I carry you to your bed or to your car. But yet, with all of the tenderness around us, There is one not often mentioned.. A softer and less spoken voice. A voice not often heard, but yet we know that it's there, It's the tenderness that comes from up above. All that is soft and l