How does one tell another that he’s loved her since all those years ago and everyday since. She occupies my mind like raging tempest but even as the storm goes on I can’t help but find comfort. Her presence is that is an angel pure as the rain on a summer day. As beautiful as a sunflower in a field of roses. As these cold years go on I always mind my train of a mind right back on track to her. Alas I don’t know how to tell her even after these long dark cold years that I’ve loved her since the first day i saw her until now. I don’t foresee me ever not loving her.