Eyes open into newness And find a smile Dimpled giddy With the happiness That took only one look to awaken And one little life to nurture. Nine months worth of waiting Melt into a promise of forever. My love for you is an endless Beautiful thing. Bigger than the both of us Loud and bellowing. But I whisper it because I want to let you sleep.
My sister recently had her first child and I wrote this for her. It doesnt do the moment of moma meeting baby for the first time justice, but its something.
Oh...To live with love..always... Without having to be reassured each day.. Just to live knowing you shared great love that can't be changed by anything..that you loved and were loved to the fullest.. in every possible way.. To have eternal love.. That you carry in your heart all your life.. long after they are gone..
I will give you a one red rose, as long as from the ground up to your beloved spot of mine. I will never give you flowers. That is a man's thing to do. Not in this house one mess with the customs - they're divinely designed. "Boo, hoo."
I said once. May remind you twice. Fourth'll be the time you meet my ice.
Don't care of your style, aspirations, dreams, or that you don't drink wine. Don't care of your stupid face, passionate embrace or rythmic dance between my thighs. Don't care of your love. I was told by God once that love we do know is a men's sin. Truly godly one the one is which remains in the distance. "And, the red rose?" - you may ask. That's the one reserved for the occasion when you'll be at threshold of our destination.
we can't go backwards but if we could I wish it would be to that perfect twilight, just me and you standing on that quite crowded boulevard. I remember we didn't talk much as always, but I felt you deep inside my heart, "our eyes would have made love" perhaps. That night we celebrated our love with our souls.