I have been longing, waiting, and yearning
for someone to come into my life and pick me up.
Someone who would tell me how much he loved all of me
when I looked at myself in the mirror with sad eyes.
Someone to listen and speak with kindness
when my mind is crazy with doubt.
Someone to hold me close
when I feel alone.
What I haven't realized is that he has been here with me all along.
He has told me how beautiful my flaws make me.
He has listened and spoken to me so reassuringly that I no longer am afraid.
He has surrounded me with people that comfort me and has sent his spirit to calm me.
He will never leave or stop loving me.
He is my Lord, and also yours.

i don't know anything about you. all i know is that i want to kiss the lips that speak words so lovely they could melt stars (yours).

If only you felt the same way I feel about you,
then maybe I could stop dreaming--
of holding your hand,
the warmth of your embrace,
and the taste of your lips.
Maybe I could stop dreaming
of writing you letters,
the sound of your secrets whispered in my ear,
and planting small kisses on your cheeks.
Maybe I could stop dreaming...
of all of it becoming a reality.

Then:
I used to keep a measuring tape
in the top drawer of my dresser,
and take it out every week,
measuring the parts of me
I thought should be smaller.
These thoughts consumed me
until I felt so disgusted with myself
that I cringed at just the mention
of any one of my numerous insecurities.

Now:
The thoughts surface still,
almost every day.
But after constant bickering with myself,
I decided accepting
that the way God made me
was the way he intended me to be.
Now I push away the negative,
and open myself up to the positive,
finally allowing light
to restore my life.

the world is filled with endless shades
of every color imaginable
and every color never thought of.
I love the way the sun lights up the leaves
hanging from the trees, and how the sky looks
when it's about to thunderstorm.
I love the reflections on the lakes and streams
and the clear glass blue of the rushing water.
I love how green grass grows in the spring
and how orange, red, and yellow the leaves turn in autumn.
the whiteness of the earth amazes me when it snows
and blankets everything in heavy, sleepy frost.
color bursts through everything I see.
people's personalities even give off a certain shade
of who they are, where they've been, and what they are going to do.
music gives off rainbows of birds that sing their notes to the sky
and paint the clouds with wispy strokes.
even the greyest of greys and blackest of blacks
have their own palette.

Music changes the way I hear you.
Your voice is a minor scale.
The accidentals are like the different connotations to your words.
Your laugh chimes in my ears in C#.
Your sigh is a subtle whole rest,
the silence swelling into three measures.
Your whisper reminds me of the flutes
in the mid-section of the orchestra.
Your heart beat is the timpani,
beating endlessly.
Your murmurs are the grace notes
right before the melody.
Every sound you make
is like music to me.