You are the most incredible person I’ve ever met, and it is such a joy to love you. If only the world was full of more people like you, there’s so very few above you. Thank you would be a good place to start, for that wonderfully quirky brain, For your intelligent and humorous personality, that you seem to have in spades. You’re such a special and wonderful woman - you really are unique, You’re a force to be reckoned with, you’re a force full stop, every time you speak. I’m s

Let me love with your eyes closed. Your hands move down me slow. & you know, I can fix what you broke. Unclothed you can love me till I glow. & we'll grow together, you can't do this on your own. Let me love with your eyes closed. You don't know what I know. Feel exposed. All skin & - Bare bones. We'll both be blind but see the same goals. & we'll grow together, you can't do this on your own.

This one's to give you joy This one's to give you hope This one's just to remind you It's fine to let go This one's for the lonely This one's for the broken When you can't yet hear your heart Or your mind or arms can't open This one's for you. This one's for them. This one's for now. This one's for then.

Third word, and it's blurred - did you do that? You're stirred, speech slurred, did you do that? I tried, to be as honest as I possibly could. It worked until the words turned from water to wood. I promised you that I would do better. Your smell still lingers on my sweater. Second best but getting better Promise me you'll still write love letters? Hold on to every thing that you are. You'll rise without; that's the person you are. You're a masterpiece from the map of your sca

Sometimes the thought of love isn't enough. The dreams, fantasies, memories we have are silent, unexpressed. Without ill intention they often remain hidden, personal to the mind. A thought. We create images behind our eyes so no one can see. We choose not to share our stories because we choose not to be vulnerable. We choose the belief that not everything needs to be spoken. Sometimes the thought of love isn't enough. The dreams, fantasies, memories we have are silent, unexpr