Love at the Tree Farm

Trailing along the tree farm, the winter breeze runs past my lips. The exhilarating chill seeps into my body with a remembrance of our love celebrated last year. The sun comes out and we feel his warmth touch our face. This is love. 

Pattering Rain

The rain patters against the windshield. I am not ready to leave the comfort of his energy. I want to stay and lay all day in each others arms. He exits his door and walks over to me. He kisses me and whispers “stay dry today” and off I went. The day has begun and I am still not ready. Still dreaming of his comforting love that makes physical impacts on me and makes me feel alive.

Indication

The soft moments with you that brush against my reality give me the the indication that we are moving in the right direction.

You are quiet. You are reserved. You are particular.

You are strong. You are sound. You are kind.

You are many things – although sometimes I think you ignore your qualities. You avoid your feelings as if they have bad intentions for you. You hush your inner voice telling you to open up.

Your walls were built to protect you, but in the end, they are hindering your growth. You have to let people in sometimes.

I am so glad we are getting somewhere.