Tuesday, August 13, 2013
In all of this confusion I must stop to remind myself of what was. Across the years of my life I suffered without you but now that suffering seems so sweet. For somewhere, deep within Those silent, slinking hours the spark of this was born. Your name, true love, was spoken in my heart before I ever saw your face. And when you arrived A symphony of thankfulness erupted within. For your eyes reflected mine own, And your heart became the window that framed my understanding of the the world.