"It's like catching lightening, to find someone like you."*

i read that somewhere.

i don't know who they were talking about,

but i wouldn't want to catch lightening.

kind of sounds like it would hurt...

All I know is that I'm a little lost right now
A lot like you are so often

All I know is this ring on my neck
Is a promise
That I would rather die than break

A promise that I'd one day
Be your wife
No matter what happens along the way

This is me
Telling you
That my heart has always been yours
And that I'm never letting go
The vows we'll one day take
Are already in affect for me

You see I vowed the day I fell in love
That no matter what I'd find a way
To make us work
To make sure
That in the end
You will be in my life.

Today I Kinda needed a friend
But instead I'll be yours
And give some advice


Be happy
Smile
Let me
Hug you
Because in the end
It all be okay
Never give up hope
Never stop fighting
And just keep looking towards the future
Keep looking toward the light
In the end everything will work out.

And in the middle of a moment,
I open my eyes to see him
**** his head to one side,
making that face that
after so long is still indescribable,
and hear him say carefully -
      
          And I'm just thinking about how much you are made for me.

I smile a wiggly little smile -
the kind without any teeth,
the kind with eyebrows
pushed together because of
the sweetness of a thought,
while a blush spreads across my cheeks.

Because in the split second
before my eyes dove into his,
I was thinking the same thing.

Life is an eternal struggle of days filled with black or white
Grey is hardly seen when the ride takes flight.

What a journey this ride is on, filled with the front seats to right or wrong,
With hecklers that are too eager to blame,
To shame without doubt, conscience and name
Faceless nomads with pointed fingers, who start the flame.

A flame, from which this journey began, extinguished with jealousy and madness
Another reason the human race to bathe in their sadness.

Life should be a flame but lived, loved and cherished
As this flame can go out at any time
Out without saying goodbye to the ones most missed

My flame is burning crazily and maybe out of control
So quickly burning and twice as bright
Live each day as it could be your last, one day, one night
As Love maybe for poets or so they say
But for now at least, I live for the day.