We were paired together that cloudy   brunch Sunday joined at the  eyes. We never planned on it  having fun was conveniet  and wanting to share a special moment was difficult to hide...Love is soft  but loud .It's not easy to trace it's steady movements  or mark its unseen course. Love is quicksilver and leaks out of us like air from a red ballon even under the tightest security of self under pressure our feelings crowd like tight shoes the wrong size but... Thoroughbred truth or unblemished sincerity  doesn't come along everyday Nor does the quality of a woman fit  so perfectly into the  life  and days of a man ...I confess were born and bred for that wonderful Sunday C.J...






I have dreams inside Yet to born hurts yet to be touched  love to be shared with someone still outside in the lonely world.







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