still and quiet.
all seems right.
no sound.
cant breathe
for fear
the world will hear
secrets,
regrets,
that shadows hide,
far and wide.

I may not know
What Love is,
still I feel His fragrance
spread all over the air I breathe.

I may not know
What Feelings are,
still I know someone somewhere
feels I am special to him.

I may not know
How one falls in love,
but I know by falling in love
one can be sure they'll never stumble.

I may not know
How one find their love,
But I know I will recognize
My Man at the very first sight.

I mat not know
When that moment will come,
But I know it will be the most special
moment of my life.

I may not know
What he will say to me,
But i know he will whisper the
sweetest melody my ears will ever hear.

I may not know
How I can love Him the most
But I know I love Him now and
will keep loving him forever without expectations.

I may not know
How one crosses all restraints when in love,
All I know is that I am living
with HIS LOVE IN MY HEART..
AND WAITING FOR HIM TO COME....

Americans we are oversenstive sometimes.
We sometimes overreact to news.
We sometimes overreact to statements.
We sometimes overreact to others beliefs.
We sometimes overreact in crisis.
We sometimes overreact to family problems.
We sometimes overreact to animals problems.
We sometimes need to realize that life is unscripted and we
need to react camly.

Nothing is real
I can feel you getting near
I hope you love me
But that's just not enough
We promised each other forever
And I need only you
Take my hand, tonight

Will you remember me
Or will my silence make me fade
Into memories that you will not retain
Is it too late to say
Your face is inside all my dreams
When i'm gone will you know you were the one

When you look at me
Your eyes are soft.
Your eyes are scared
And you force them to stay put.

I can feel
Your stomach churn
And your chest ache
With the bittersweet
Pinpricks of light brushes
And chance encounters.

Your fingers are dead weights.
They move clumsily
As you try to put us together
And whisper into my neck
Foreign words
That feel so warm -
So open and right
On your novice tongue.

When we let ourselves be
What we were, in those natural
Waves of skin, fighting everything
Keeping us back, you were so sure
We would never fight
That war again.

You think that we will change.
That we will find places
For elbows and ribcages,
And match these smiles and
Pauses and glances.
Puzzle ourselves into
A whole.

You think that
I will change.

I’m so sorry.