please let me lay by your side for hours that stretch into years, we can talk about thousands of nothings that make us comfortable so we can have a lifetime of somethings with meaning.

if you show me your soul hidden deep inside I will admire it. show me the worst parts, the broken pieces... so I will know where to start. show me the most damaged parts and I will show you they are still lovable and more valuable than gold.

And he gazed into her eyes like lenses peering into her soul; she was transparent. And invisible she wanted those rough, tough and hard parts to be unlovablly hidden. she did not understand why he looked right through those bits, they were as transparent to him as glass, he was not bothered. he  looked onward, inward, to her core and wispered close and softly to what was locked there; I am not of your past, I would be in your future, and i am of your now, as much as the air surrounds you I am here it is me, come out to meet me, come out and see

she is a beautiful puzzle, a riddle wrapped in a kunundrum. she is silent as the breaking dawn but striking as lightening, twice as bright as both and illuminates a maze for our souls to mix. that maze like the puzzle she is to my senses challenges me often. just when will she see her own light and accept, just when will she see my love and solve the riddle

in the maze of your soul I discovered the center was a beautiful garden, wild, unrulely and begging to bloom in the light of another. I have fallen in love with it and am happily lost there for eternity.

stuborn is the sun rising and setting, bringing forward time whether it is welcome or not. a cautious word, don't be so empty as to live in an echoes range hearing the past talk to as if it were present. Don't be so full not to be able to swallow your own pride.  do not wait for the right time, it is unsavable, time.

She was flawed, completely; but not in the way she though.

She was flawed in the way an artist ruins a white canvas with a beautifully colored sunset.

she was damaged, in the way the night sky is broken by the dawn.

 An orchid appears as another plant unworthy of a second gaze, yet it produces the most spectacular bloom. she is this bloom, complex and mysterious, but unquestionably sweet. Valued for her differences from others, and unmatched in my heart.