Thoughts of you creep into my very soul with a feeling I have not yet experienced - one of completeness.

Feelings of not being good enough, not being smart enough, not being - enough have disappeared from my soul.

When I think of your love for me, my whole body smiles - my eyes, my mouth, my soul.

Your love makes me whole. Never alone, never insecure, never empty.

The completeness of love is You.

Edisto Seabrook 8/99