A marriage of love is winged. Never to be shackled by control or jealousy. Utilize your wings... as a bird ventures out, it always comes home To its next of safety and love.
Morning comes early, Soon my eyes open, Only to realize I must push myself To start another day. Then I remember you. So glad you are here. It give me reason to wake up every morning.
Too soon to know, too late to change. We're on our way to experience it all. Be patient and kind. Don't rush me. I'll not push you. Together we may just make it !
Treat me with love, And treat me with care. I'll stay by your side, I'll go anywhere. Pat my head When I've been good, And I'll protect you Like I should. Feed me and walk me And play with me too, I'll be your friend Reliable and true.
Her hands looks so very old Veins protruded like sandhills on a desert. Her dry cracked skin resembled parched clay. Fingers with nails that barely covered their tips Dangled from those very hands. It was obvious this poor soul had lived a harsh and stressful life.
They say the eyes are the windows to the soul. I think the Hands are the Map to get there.
The sun rises, the birds wake. The day begins so smoothly. Appreciate this precious time. A couple hours into this day, all becomes jumbled with the rest. No one has their own thoughts, Until the next waking day When For a few hours the world is yours.