the way your eyes light up when you are proud,
the smile that breaches your face when something cute happens,
that you have never left my side,
getting to see you grow in Christ,
your maturity,
your perseverance,
your shoulders,
your strong hands,
the way your hand fits perfectly around mine,
the little kisses you give my forehead in public,
the feeling i get, knowing, i am yours,
it when you wrap your arms around my waist while i am looking in the mirror,
your sensitive side, that only i get to see,
the way you pursue me,
that you know me so well,
your decisiveness, and the fact that you are getting better at it,
your stability,
that you are levelheaded,
that you are grounded,
the feelings i get when you hold me close,
hearing your heartbeat,
seeing your face when i roll over in the morning,
feeling the calluses on your hands,
watching you interact with kids,
your love for sports,
when you wear your boots,
the way you look in jeans,
that i am comfortable around you,
that i don't have to fake it with you,
your support,
your phone calls,
your sweet words of encouragement,
your spontaneous side,
wrestling,
trying to take you out with every bit of strength i have,
your thoughtfulness,
your lips as they graze mine,
feeling your warm hands on the small of my back,
your surprises for me,
your sense of humor,
your laughter, its so awesome and contagious,
our walks together,
our countless conversation,
your leadership,
it when you ask me questions that make me think,
when you challenge me,
your aspirations,
watching sports while curled up with you,
going places with you,
looking you right in the eye when you tell me something,
when you brush my hair out of my face,
the look you get when you hold onto my fingers and gaze deeply into my eyes,
most of all that youre my best friend, forever and always.
i love that you are placed so perfectly in my life that niether you nor i can take credit for it.
i love you.
30 May 2010
28 May 2010
I PROMISE TO...
look you in the eyes and tell you the truth,
never look in a tempting direction,
keep my eyes on Christ first and foremost.
hold your hand, always,
hold you when you need to be held,
fit perfectly in the nook, also known as, your shoulder,
kiss you sweetly,
compliment you,
encourage you,
speak words of courage and strength into you,
pray for wisdom and leadership for you,
be slow to get angry,
talk things out when they aren't easy,
not argue based on impulse,
not run from you,
support you, no matter what,
stand in your corner and defend you,
take your opinions into consideration,
listen to every word that rolls off your tongue,
not get sidetracked easily,
thank you,
go through life, next to you, not behind or in front of you,
get better at my cooking,
reassure you and affirm you,
care for you,
go on adventures with you,
travel with you,
never miss out on making a memory together,
dance with you, even though i am not the greatest,
give almost anything a chance,
not jump too far ahead,
be strong when you can't be,
be a shoulder you can cry and a hand you can hold,
only be a phone call away, no matter how many miles separate us,
pray for you without ceasing,
always be thankful for our blessings,
grow closer to Christ through our relationship,
love people together,
glorify Christ with you,
worship alongside you,
let go of my past,
heal,
drop my baggage at the door,
embrace you, consistently,
hold you accountable,
never make our relationship a one way street,
put forth every bit of effort that i have,
not pressure you,
take you as you are, despite your past,
most of all, be your best friend,
always be there for you,
and...
I promise to not waiver in my love for you.
never look in a tempting direction,
keep my eyes on Christ first and foremost.
hold your hand, always,
hold you when you need to be held,
fit perfectly in the nook, also known as, your shoulder,
kiss you sweetly,
compliment you,
encourage you,
speak words of courage and strength into you,
pray for wisdom and leadership for you,
be slow to get angry,
talk things out when they aren't easy,
not argue based on impulse,
not run from you,
support you, no matter what,
stand in your corner and defend you,
take your opinions into consideration,
listen to every word that rolls off your tongue,
not get sidetracked easily,
thank you,
go through life, next to you, not behind or in front of you,
get better at my cooking,
reassure you and affirm you,
care for you,
go on adventures with you,
travel with you,
never miss out on making a memory together,
dance with you, even though i am not the greatest,
give almost anything a chance,
not jump too far ahead,
be strong when you can't be,
be a shoulder you can cry and a hand you can hold,
only be a phone call away, no matter how many miles separate us,
pray for you without ceasing,
always be thankful for our blessings,
grow closer to Christ through our relationship,
love people together,
glorify Christ with you,
worship alongside you,
let go of my past,
heal,
drop my baggage at the door,
embrace you, consistently,
hold you accountable,
never make our relationship a one way street,
put forth every bit of effort that i have,
not pressure you,
take you as you are, despite your past,
most of all, be your best friend,
always be there for you,
and...
I promise to not waiver in my love for you.
butterflies in a jar
all i can think is everything i feel,
the butterflies stay bottled up in tiny jars,
everytime i come around,
the excitement hits me all over again...
it seems like we have been dating for years
but in fact its the opposite,
and yet the word committment, no longer freaks me out,
or leaves me filling empty,
its crazy how one person can change that in me...
i have let you in, and asked you to be gentle,
and i have yet to be let down,
the hard times will come and go,
and we will cling steadfastly to the moments of joy...
i fit perfectly in this nook that was being shaped for me,
and your arms will never let go of me,
comfort and safety is why i stay.
so we will live for each moment we have,
and not get carried away in a future so far away,
but can't help but let a few butterflies wander ahead of us.
the butterflies stay bottled up in tiny jars,
everytime i come around,
the excitement hits me all over again...
it seems like we have been dating for years
but in fact its the opposite,
and yet the word committment, no longer freaks me out,
or leaves me filling empty,
its crazy how one person can change that in me...
i have let you in, and asked you to be gentle,
and i have yet to be let down,
the hard times will come and go,
and we will cling steadfastly to the moments of joy...
i fit perfectly in this nook that was being shaped for me,
and your arms will never let go of me,
comfort and safety is why i stay.
so we will live for each moment we have,
and not get carried away in a future so far away,
but can't help but let a few butterflies wander ahead of us.
25 May 2010
dreams minus details
a best friend and a boyfriend,
a dream in the car,
the snapshots of their life were laid out,
with little pieces still unknown...
the first was the next few years and the dates all aligned to make her feel beautiful,
and appreciated, late night walks under shining street lights,
tears and kisses in the dark
and early mornings of sun rays coming through the curtains,
reflecting off of her blonde hair and pale skin.
the second was the happiest moment of her life,
an engagement that was a long time in the making,
her best friend down on one knee, and the rest is up to him,
all a blur with friends gathered around a living room late at night,
telling stories of how they met and the love they shared,
while she sat hand in hand with him,
gazing down at her fingers that were intertwined,
for now and forever.
the third was the night of the greatest day of her life,
her best friend at the end of a long walkway,
her girlfriends in the most gorgeous of dresses, holding bouquets of her favorite flowers,
his friends were all suited up, with smiles on their faces, sharing the same joy he had,
the white dress was the one she once wore in her dream,
consumed in this moment,
she was stunning,
with her tousled hair pulled softly back to the side, adorned with a white flower,
all she could think about was the life behind her and ahead of her,
she was marrying her best friend,
at this thought, tears welled up in her eyes,
she caught a glimpse of how much she is loved,
he took her hand, just like he had a few years ago,
and said i do.
surrounded by everyone that adored them together,
they danced and laughed the rest of the night away,
with glasses of wine and champagne, they toasted
about what is to come.
the fourth was an adventure, moving from one place to another,
and being a free couple together,
seeing things that neither had seen,
photographing every moment,
opening her coffee shop with him smiling at her,
because of all that she accomplished over the past years.
the last snapshot was of the house that was built just for them,
in the middle of a breathtaking landscape,
sat a house of decent size with windows and stone,
and a large porch,
where she could sit and drink her morning cup of coffee,
and their dog would sprawl out, begging for a morning walk,
the color of the door is still undecided,
but the kitchen became one of her favorite places to be,
from the granite to the island in the middle,
it was so welcoming,
and she put her cooking to the test,
often times theyd stay up late and he would tell her she is beautiful
while she is covered in suds from dirty dishes,
she would look up at him with her big green eyes and kiss him,
and he would take her hand,
and slowly dance with her on the tile floor,
her other favorite place was her studio, that he made sure she had,
that was another promise he kept to her,
she would get up in the middle of the night, just to paint,
and watch the sunrise out the enormous window in front of her,
as she captured what she saw with her hands,
he would wake up for work and find her covered in colors,
and then he would kiss her on the forehead and tell her to get some sleep,
as he walked out the door, he smiled, because he saw things in her that she failed to see in herself,
and his best friend was finally his permanent roommate...
a dream in the car,
the snapshots of their life were laid out,
with little pieces still unknown...
the first was the next few years and the dates all aligned to make her feel beautiful,
and appreciated, late night walks under shining street lights,
tears and kisses in the dark
and early mornings of sun rays coming through the curtains,
reflecting off of her blonde hair and pale skin.
the second was the happiest moment of her life,
an engagement that was a long time in the making,
her best friend down on one knee, and the rest is up to him,
all a blur with friends gathered around a living room late at night,
telling stories of how they met and the love they shared,
while she sat hand in hand with him,
gazing down at her fingers that were intertwined,
for now and forever.
the third was the night of the greatest day of her life,
her best friend at the end of a long walkway,
her girlfriends in the most gorgeous of dresses, holding bouquets of her favorite flowers,
his friends were all suited up, with smiles on their faces, sharing the same joy he had,
the white dress was the one she once wore in her dream,
consumed in this moment,
she was stunning,
with her tousled hair pulled softly back to the side, adorned with a white flower,
all she could think about was the life behind her and ahead of her,
she was marrying her best friend,
at this thought, tears welled up in her eyes,
she caught a glimpse of how much she is loved,
he took her hand, just like he had a few years ago,
and said i do.
surrounded by everyone that adored them together,
they danced and laughed the rest of the night away,
with glasses of wine and champagne, they toasted
about what is to come.
the fourth was an adventure, moving from one place to another,
and being a free couple together,
seeing things that neither had seen,
photographing every moment,
opening her coffee shop with him smiling at her,
because of all that she accomplished over the past years.
the last snapshot was of the house that was built just for them,
in the middle of a breathtaking landscape,
sat a house of decent size with windows and stone,
and a large porch,
where she could sit and drink her morning cup of coffee,
and their dog would sprawl out, begging for a morning walk,
the color of the door is still undecided,
but the kitchen became one of her favorite places to be,
from the granite to the island in the middle,
it was so welcoming,
and she put her cooking to the test,
often times theyd stay up late and he would tell her she is beautiful
while she is covered in suds from dirty dishes,
she would look up at him with her big green eyes and kiss him,
and he would take her hand,
and slowly dance with her on the tile floor,
her other favorite place was her studio, that he made sure she had,
that was another promise he kept to her,
she would get up in the middle of the night, just to paint,
and watch the sunrise out the enormous window in front of her,
as she captured what she saw with her hands,
he would wake up for work and find her covered in colors,
and then he would kiss her on the forehead and tell her to get some sleep,
as he walked out the door, he smiled, because he saw things in her that she failed to see in herself,
and his best friend was finally his permanent roommate...
24 May 2010
whats left
and the tears will continue to stain her little red dress,
as the smudged lipstick and ruined mascara remain on her face,
she is alone,
with her mistaken identity,
covered up by things that were once something,
and you took all you wanted
and left her there,
to be buried by other piles of things
to be taken away from who she was.
now what is left,
what remains of this girl that wore white dresses?
she adorns the gold and flashy things,
and slips back in the little red dress,
to take what is left,
the tiniest amount of love is thrown together with missing pieces,
and her time of healing is fast approaching.
as the smudged lipstick and ruined mascara remain on her face,
she is alone,
with her mistaken identity,
covered up by things that were once something,
and you took all you wanted
and left her there,
to be buried by other piles of things
to be taken away from who she was.
now what is left,
what remains of this girl that wore white dresses?
she adorns the gold and flashy things,
and slips back in the little red dress,
to take what is left,
the tiniest amount of love is thrown together with missing pieces,
and her time of healing is fast approaching.
08 May 2010
dumb.
why do i sit here so inspired yet trapped
why i am confined to this corner with the long table and the over hanging lights,
my mind is running as fast as my feet can carry this slender frame,
and i am full speed ahead to a dream that has taken flight...
a book and a coffee shop sit in limbo,
in my mind everything would be splendid if..
i had a tattoo, a business to call my own,
a photography gallery with the occasional graffiti showing,
a project that takes me to the moon and back....
and a book that carries all my writing.
yes wouldnt that be splendid...
and maybe a vacation getaway with a certain someone...
with a little house and a big porch
and toes near the sand
with sangria in my hand.
but no..
i am still trapped to this corner.
but you know its funny the people you will meet
that come into a whirlwind of fascination...
and bring you crashing down into the reality
that you are still sitting in a coffee shop,
just daydreaming and slaving over...
books and books of photographers
in order to bring together
every bit of knowledge
for one ten page final.
why i am confined to this corner with the long table and the over hanging lights,
my mind is running as fast as my feet can carry this slender frame,
and i am full speed ahead to a dream that has taken flight...
a book and a coffee shop sit in limbo,
in my mind everything would be splendid if..
i had a tattoo, a business to call my own,
a photography gallery with the occasional graffiti showing,
a project that takes me to the moon and back....
and a book that carries all my writing.
yes wouldnt that be splendid...
and maybe a vacation getaway with a certain someone...
with a little house and a big porch
and toes near the sand
with sangria in my hand.
but no..
i am still trapped to this corner.
but you know its funny the people you will meet
that come into a whirlwind of fascination...
and bring you crashing down into the reality
that you are still sitting in a coffee shop,
just daydreaming and slaving over...
books and books of photographers
in order to bring together
every bit of knowledge
for one ten page final.
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