Feeling like our love
has started
all over again
from the bike ride
to the serene sea side
from locked fingers
to the lonely road
exploring places
watching the nature unfold.
Romance in the eyes
yearning to go insane
in your arms, into you
through your wet lips,
our hearts beating
in deep confluence
drenched in the rain
in this blissful silence

Weep with words
And not with tears

Some men are not meant to be happy, they are meant to be great!
Normal is overrated,
And true happiness, the subject of many a debate.
As far back as man, or be it extra-terrestial, the concept, outdated.

Some men will rather starve than be called fat or pale.
Some men will rather be killed than bear witness to a  false tale.
Some men will die alone, and others will die with their loved ones at bay.
Some men will try to be different, but dead bodies all decay.

All through history, Man has sought to make his life easier;
To get a lot more comfortable, by any means, quicker.
He has sought to be forever in his youth;
To seal within himself, his soul like a selection from the old juke-booth.

My whole life has changed since you've come in, in such a beautiful way.
You're my best friend, the love of my life, and such an abundant blessing to this world.
You remind me who I really am, when I feel lost in my emotions.
You're love brings peace, smiles, uncontrollable laughter, you brighten up every moment that you are with me just by being there.
You make me feel whole, you make me feel like a somebody and far beyond that, you tell me day after day of my worth.
I wanna grow in God with you,
I love praying for you.
For your happiness, for your health, for you to have energy to press through another hard day when you have one, I pray for stress relief over you, I ask God to bring you strength through adversity in your life, for you to have joy that over flows, and so much more!
You're not God and I do not try to replace you with him but I feel whole when I am by your side.
I forget every challenge that I am facing, you give me a reason to want to fight for success, to fight for me when I cant find another.
I brush off loneliness, hatred, impatience, and anything holding me back when I think of you,
because when I think of you, I always smile and I just cant help it but be happy when you're on my mind.
I always hope for the best with you, I will always cheer you on,
always pray for you, because I love you:)

When I think of all the times you've made me smile,
I love you.
When I think of all that we have gone through, pushed through to get here,
I love you.
When I think of every fight we have had,
I love you.
When I think of all the times I have missed you,
I love you.
When you make me laugh,
I love you.
When you say something rude and un called for
I love you
When I am wrong and you put me in my place,
I love you.
When I think of times that you've made a false step,
I love you.
When I think of your adorable dimples accenting your cheeks when you laugh,
I smile:)
When you're mad at me, and raise your voice,
I love you,
Because I do.
Nothing you do could ever change my love for you.

So much lead up to the day I said "I love you"
I meant it.
I was overly confident about knowing my love for you.
I was so for sure.
And i still am!
After every night wee stayed up fighting,
after every time I hurt your feelings,
after every amazing moment that i have spent with you,
after every "I love You"
after every "hello" and "goodbye"
after every kiss,
and after every day,
I am still just as sure,
as the very first day I spoke those words to you.
I love you,
and I always will:)

Two people could never have been more in love than the two of us. A spark at first glance, suddenly roaring as a huge fire. At every moment we'd tell the other how much we loved them and how we wish they'd never leave. Two hearts and two minds, completely intertwined. But now it feels different. The light in your eyes has gone. My smile wiped from your mind. Is this what love is? A flurry of passion then nothing? I thought love was to be shared, nurtured over time, a never ending passion. As I lay here seemingly forgotten, in endless confusion, It seems "love" is just a syllable, it's meaning lost to history and its intent ignored in the doldrum of life. It is why I now ask: Do you even remember my name?