Sometimes I can't explain the way I feel in my heart.          Because the words are sometimes hard to find and I don't know where to start.                                                           ­                                             But none of that seemed to matter as the two of us spoke the other day.                                                             ­                                      It was like I always knew you and I knew everything to say.    
You have this natural essence about you that in most women is hard to find.                                                            ­                             Plus everything about you says you have a heart that's kind. During the time that we were talking I knew we would meet again.                                                           ­                                   
 Because it seemed like both of us wanted for that talk to never end.                                                             ­                                                So as I sit here and write to you, The words just seem to flow.  
                                                                ­                                                 And although we just met there's no need to take things slow. This feels like the start of something special. its been a wonderful way to begin.                                                           ­           And my heart tells me that this feels right because I just met a new wonderful friend.                                                          ­             True friends are often hard to find so when I met you it seemed surreal.                                                         ­                                         
But the true essence of your spirit told me that you were real.  
So I hope we'll let time determine whether or not we were meant to be.                                                              ­                                    But whatever happens at the end of it all you will still be a friend
to me.     R. Mendoza