Our weekends are always too short. As we wake in the morning, my heart aches knowing we will soon part. Our bodies are still warm under the covers and I long to have just a few more hours. I will never give these moments up- his tenderness as he turns to kiss me, his arms pulling me closer.
Knowing these moments will soon happen again is the only strength I have to leave. We are together even when we are apart, for I am part of his being as he is mine.
Since our relationship began I have always been weary of him leaving me. I realize that he has never wronged me, that every concern I have is against myself. He is perfect- determined to see us last. He reassures me although he has no need to.
I want this life with him, I long to be his forever. Our lives are meant to be lived together. He posesses my heart, and I feel as if he always has, as if it was waiting for the right one to let in. I can feel the fullness of my emotions, of my expressions. He brings hope, and happiness into my world.
There will never be enough words to describe my love for him. My passion delves to the deepest depths of his soul, and I find strength.
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