It is There

Under a mayflower I sat with you. Shaded by light green leaves covered with the lightest whites of white flowers gently sitting atop the branches. I looked at your face and it spoke to me.... telling me of you, taking away any words I felt from my tongue, rolling them softly back into the wonderous thoughts of you which journey my mind. So so much I wish to share, so so much I wish to unveil and lay before you.... wanting...pure wanting... your spirit to relinquish its being and walk across into this day... tomorrow and the one's after with mine.

It almost seems like words cannot convey all that I feel. Yes... I could speak eloquently and tell many beautiful stories of places and times past. Yet, even so... a stronger need exists to somehow ... kiss your kiss and have all that I am delivered. Perhaps this wish laughs.... I do not know. All I can be is me.... I listen to you not because you are right or wrong.... but because you share you with me. When you get upset or angry at me that is ok.... I'd rather you tell me than not. I give to you because.... like the plants needing rain... you're life is important to me. When you cry I do not see weakness but strength... life. When you are quiet with me I know you are caring for me. I notice you approach at times with energy and sometimes fade silently into the twilight.... I know about time.... letting it deal its cards. There are moments I am lost and value... need your direction... which you freely and intuitively provide. I feel your heart when it is happy, when it is sad... I think of you often because I know.... as hard as it is some days... no matter how hard I try to smile.... well...It Is There I don't care about the rest of the stuff... cause, how you you are is so rare I know my experience with you can only enrich my life.... it's so very very simple.