She misses him when he's away.

If she could she'd be at his side watching him sleep, she'd brush back
the hair from his face and just lay quietly by his side appreciating all
he is, and all he means to her.

She worships him, she adores him, how proud she is to call him her's.

He came to her one summer's day with the smell of roses wafting through
the air and a promise of things yet to come shining in his eyes.

From the moment he smiled at her she was his.

The sound of his voice, the way his eyes sparkled when he laughed, and
the way he softly spoke her name.

How handsome he was with the sun shining in his blonde hair.

The day turned to night and the rain came, yet it changed nothing for
them.
Everyone else had gone inside, still they sat unmoved by the storm.

And as the music filled the stormy summer night he took her by the hand
and asked her to dance.

She had never felt more beautiful than she had at that moment.

There all alone in the night with rain drops falling on her face..he
kissed her.

And for the first time in her life she didn't feel alone, the rain made
perfect sense to her, as though angel's were crying tears of joy for her
new found happiness.

He captured her heart that sweet summer's night and she knew he would
hold it forever.


"I Love You"

"I need you now."

I need you to hold me, I need you to look at me and ask me where I see us being in a year from now.


I need you to ask me of my hopes, dreams and desires.


The first time you asked me those questions I fell to my knees and thanked god for sending you to me.


I'd never known a more special moment in my life.


I've never addmired, respected, or loved a man the way I love you.


You taught me how to love again...to love myself, and appreciate the world around me.


You are the reason fairytale's are written, and dreams come true.


God how I adore you......your strength and our love for one another have been the foundation on which our lives have been built.


We rebuilt our home,..stripped it to it's core, lovingly and painstakinly we built it back with little help from others.


"Now its time to rebuild us."


I need you to come back to me, come back and put us first.


Without us there can be no help for others.
Without us there is no me.


"Come rescue me my love"

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