She smelled so great, I passed her in the hallway, and had her scent in my imagination for the rest of the day. I didn’t even greet her, yet the pretty aroma of forever greeted me with a tempting proportion. Do I turn, asking her to accompany me to dinner or do I allow her to remain a ghost in my thoughts? I kept walking, never seeing who I smelled, but I know she had on a pair of nice shoes.
The price of your smile can’t be cheapened by time missed with one another. We are shooting for forever and our aim won’t miss the mark. We will be granted endless time unless God deems it necessary to subtract us but even then we would have already added to each others lives and multipled our Love, so division wouldn’t be plausible. So, this weekend will seem longer than when we are together but we always have something to look forward to in one another….
Who would have thought the rain will fall and the summer would bring winter storms of past pain. Who would have thought the flower that was nurtured back to health, won’t choose to be surrounded by weeds. We can see it coming but never wanted it to happen but it has. Pain has won over happiness yet again, the criminal has been defended over the saint, and Love is no longer acknowledged….
I put all my eggs in one basket because I believe the return will hatch a great Love. I focus on the person, I want to spend the rest of my life with because I believe healthy relationships take dedication and devotion. Our time on earth should be used assuring that person is happy and we are giving our daily best. Yes, arguments will occur because the passion to be on the same page will cause both parties to debate until a compromise is reached. That’s a part of the great Love I reference, taking the time to breakdown any and every thing that separates the two Lovers. It’s showing up everyday to fight for peace. All my eggs will stay in one basket because I am never scared to start over, I am scared that my relationship will fail because all my eggs weren’t given….
I sit in solitude thinking about the human heart and how so many measure Love. I watch wives stay with husbands that hurt them time and time again. I watch husbands try to make wives happy, but can’t. I see all kinds of relationships in this world and I noticed the unhealthy ones are always on display. Wouldn’t Love be satisfaction? Dedicating every inch of your being to assure the beings around you have the greatest life because you are orbitting theirs. Shouldn’t we make Love a passionate cause, we wish to effect everyone with. I sit here thinking how we must give Love structure, because people must see faith to believe it, and that starts with a devotion to our heartbeats and those that give us beats in our hearts.