Love
I’ll never find the words to tell you just how much I love you. I’ll never have the courage to go somewhere without you. I’ll never have the weakness to let you get hurt. I’ll never have the strength to live on without you. I’ll never have the love to love you the way you love me.
I sit and stare at the beauty that you don’t believe you have. I run my fingers through your hair, your soft and beautiful hair. I hold you gently, and try not to hurt you, still not realizing that you are unbreakable. I find I can’t let go of you, for fear I may lose you. I sometimes think that you are too good to be true, and yet when I wake up in the morning after we have made love, I find that you are real.
I sometimes think I am dreaming, but I know that when I am inside of you that I cannot at all be dreaming. We make love so pure that it is sacred, though in this day and age it is more for pleasure. But we…we make love that is a sacred act between us…not for pleasure as much as for proof. By this act we prove to one another that we share an indestructible love. As we become one body, one mind, one spirit we prove our love for each other.
When we lay there together and our sweat covered bodied are as close as humanly possible, I know that what we have is pure. When my hand moves up your spin as you lie on top of me and you tremble, I know nothing can be more beautiful than what we have. When your small fingers run through my hair or when your small fingertips touch my face I know I have been touched by perfection, by a gift from God. When my body has become a part of your body I know ours is true love.
Our love for one another has been put to the test numerous times. Yet, somehow we have passed every test, and have proven that our love cannot be destroyed. You have shown everyone that you are more than what they think you are. Your past…the only thing on their minds…yet you have proven to them that you are more than what they think.
I can’t even begin to imagine my life without you. It feels as though we have been together forever, as though we have always been together even if we met only years ago. I remember my life without you physically present, but now I see that though I didn’t even know you even existed, I realize how I somehow felt you there with me all of the time. And now I wonder…did you feel that too? Did you feel me as I felt you?
When I imagine your past, I wonder if perhaps I somehow, without my own knowledge was there. When you sometimes speak of events of your past, I feel as though I was somehow there. Because what you say, hurts me, and I wonder if I feel that pain because I was there. Did you feel me there?
I find that ever since I met you, my faith in soul mates has been strengthened. I know that we were meant to be together. You are my life. You are my love. You are my soul mate. And I will love you for the rest of eternity.