There are some thoughts, moods, and songs I  save only for you.
Like Etta’s  At Last. I picture our first dance... dancing in the moonlight. Making love to the tilt of the sun. And bathing in the flicker of candle and  laughter.  My hopes and dreams are etched in shadows, as if God Himself were asking me to wait. To wait for the man, that shapes and curves the landscape for walking. Builds rhythm and cadence with the beat of his heart.  And lives life half best with me tucked in his hold.