• all the things that move through my mind about you makes me wonder, why did i choose someone so wonderouse, so gifted, so spectacular. are the tears i cry over him, the blood i shed for happiness, joy? or are they all for sorrow and pain. in the time i have known him, i can almost most deffinitly say that it won't b takin in vain. will he hurt me, more than likely, but it is already known that it wont be by meaning. the sonorouse image i get everytime i think of him makes the face of stone that stands fixed to my spirit breakdown the barrier that holds it in place to allow his splendor to shine through. it's as if he has monopolized all my exaustion, my frustration, worries, sadness, and stress into a simple relief and release by the words i love you. some people think that me as a person doesn't even know the complete meaning of love, of pleasure, of joy. i do. no age limit is put on the dffinition of love. by restricting those who wish to love and show love is building bars of imprisonment infront of a beneviolently deserving heart.it's almost as if a mark as been left , unable to face the effects of ebrasion caused by the scarring words of others. the love that i feel is ageless, timeless, can withstand aggranized humor and anger of others. at times when i'm in his presence, talking to him, imagining him being arouond me, i bask in the bastings of happiness until the next tym we meet and behave bonding hearts. on the brink of shouting out all my emotions of him in one contiououse breath, to any and all that will listen. brimful to actually do it. should i stop being happy everytime he picks up the phone and the answer from the other end is hey buttercup. all the trials and tribulations that are building up in anguish and in anger, in frustration and fear vanish as if in constant castigation. i want his heart, his mind, his spirit, his well being, him in general. he has allowed me to have it. not sexually , i don't need it. mentally, emotionally. i have done the same for him. so many things left to be said to prove in the best way how im feeling about now. disharmony is not an option, nor is discontent. disconcerted of all these feelings at once,i must say when i lay down at night hoping and dreaming of the next time he'll hold me in his arms, the next time i run my fingers through his hair. too many times have i wondered if he loves me the way he says he does, if he's just using my own love for his own personal gain. somehow deep in my own mind, my own spirit, i know he isn't on that. i can tell just by how he carries himself. i already know we will hit some rought patches in our lives but contentment will soon be found. things, no matter wat they may be will work out. stand strong enough together to allow both pain and love to thrive in harmony as one. to make this love both evenly glorious or groutesque. a path can be chosen of any degree but will still have pot holes reguardless. but i have his heart, he has my mind and soul. with my own crying eyes not of pain but of joy, i can see the brightness of the dawn and the light that has yet to shine through on such a gloriouse revelation. for this i look forward to it all as i have looked forward to those things that have already happened. i know he will keep them coming.