She said she hated it when her husband said you are so ****
She said she hated it when her husband gave compliments on her physical body
And I saw tears on her eyes as she pouring her heart out to me
And i know she really meant it...

And i wonder how much pain this woman carries inside
Her inner wounds, her bleeding scars waiting to arise
Out of the quiet surface showing to public
How chaos and messy her entire world would be
when she felt into this stage of self-destructive

And i know everybody has their own fight
We all struggle one way or another in our life
But i do feel so much sadness hearing her said
"I wished i wouldn't be pretty so that nightmare didn't happen to me"
And i wanted to tell her so much that
Her beauty wasn't the root
Of that ugly tragedy happened in her younger dates

Though i know how far she has gone
On her path of healing this intensively painful past

i would still want to tell her that
Denial does not work
As right now she is denying
This particular compliment her husband wanna give
To a woman he sees as the only beauty on this earth
And i would still want to tell her
Even though he doesn't give
The kind of compliment she prefers to receive
This is somehow, a kind of therapy she needs to practice

To acknowledge her own beauty physically, emotionally as she is
And to learn how to receive compliments
The real one, regardless of the forms they come in place
since people giving compliment might not be good at warping gifts

But in the end, its the love they want her to get
love to heal
to console
to strengthen
to make change

those deepest unseen wounds she is carrying around
along her journey on this planet...

The sunlight cannot overcome the cloud,
The water vapor blocks the rays from sight. 
A tiny mouse can scare away a crowd,
The powerful concede without a fight. 

A mighty ship sunk by a little leak,
A paper cut that makes a grown man cry,
Vast canyons are eroded by a creek,
Goliath felled by stone between the eye. 

A single word can move a heart to feel,
Or shatter into pieces bonds of trust. 
One look belies whatever eyes conceal,
One touch can turn a pious man to lust. 

The meekest things can tame ferocity,
The stillness of your soul has vanquished me.

To look on love is to gaze at Jesus' face
To start to understand the depth of Amazing Grace
To look on love is to see past the faults to the good within
To still be loved and cherished even when we sin
To look on love we open ourselves to pain and heartache
But to keep pressing on when it's all that you can take
To look on love is to find someone who challenges us to grow
Attuned so well that, when something is amiss, they know
To look on love is to find a true friend; a treasure most precious of all
And when you are in need they come breaking down the wall
To look on love is to be at peace when there are no words
Someone to carry you when the cross you bear really hurts
To look on love is to see with eyes beyond the human mind
That searching the depths of our souls we find
To look on love is to take the joy with the pain
And find sunshine in the middle of the rain
To look on love is to find a place of inner peace
Where light and life are found, fears are stilled, and troubles cease
To look on love is to find that which does inspire
And will find your soul's one true desire
To look on love is a feeling so swell
For love takes all but a lifetime to tell

In the labor of birth he taught her the secret of life: to ride the waves of fear and take the ebs, the crests, let go.  

She did not know the second wave of birth was yet to come.

High, strong shrills of joy echoed through the hospital, reminding the world that miracles abound.

Heart beat to heart beat they held each other bound for all time.

Both free to their singular bodies, after their nine months as one.

In the days after she reminisced about the first ultra sounds of watching his joyous twirling within. Bright with life and safe within her.

His pattern of life set to the sun quickly.  His cries of hunger were as predictable and steady as the stars crossing the 2am February skies.

All was calm in the darkness of winter. When the awe of birth settled purity shone bright, a swell arose.

The eb pulled on her.  She began to sink into darkness. Each pull telling her no measure of love could ever keep her son from hurt.

Her heart quickened, fracturing at the truth, collapsing releasing the lifetime of fear.

All she was wounded by bled into their joy.  All that she doubted since her birth crested and peaked over them. The great flood of her emotions loomed over as she held him.

She held her baby tight, heartbroken, she learned why mothers and children are smotherd and consumed in the waves of evil that await purity.

It spoke to her, she became darkness, questioning his agonies and hardships he would endure. Her spirit thin and weak, broke and all went dark.

In her last thoughts her mind looked for orientation.

She held him, looking at his light.  Bright and pure.  

"Stop shining they all see! Hide!" Her fears consumed her.

The second wave of birth, that crests in the weeks following broke. She gave up and knew she was gone.  Her own light torn into darkness.

Heart shattered, spirit broken she let go.

In her last gaze back at the world she saw his light, flickering joyous, bright and eternal.

It called to her, collected her and pulled her within his heart.

He took them through her darkness, his purity and joy, his light, holding each other as the world of darkness passed and the miracle of life eased into days and weeks and years.

Young love;  
It's what burns between us
with the power of a thousand flames,
what consumes our mind
and our souls.  

It's youthful, and so are we,
careless about what people might think,
what wrongs might happen,
and where we might end up
with such reckless loving.

Our hearts are young,
and so are the minds
that are devoid of the knowledge,
that what we have ignited
has consumed us enough
to burn us red.

Red;
the color of blood,
and yet the color of love.
It's full of power, full of passion.
And so is our loving.                            
Fearless as ever in each other's embrace,
we burn with the power and passion,
and together we face what we have ignited;  
our fearless, destructive,
young love.

One moment with you,one time to spend besides you is the feeeling of power of love you have ,your love to spend,your kindness to care and your touches to touch me with makes me see the existence of love

Give me time ,give me you, my whole me loves your whole you, give me moment,give me more passion to spend with you but one touch to my skin,one love we could share,one moment you'll be mine forever, one moment would be all I need ,but one moment to spend is crucial....