Salomee.
Nice to meet you my old love
"I’m
still in the last shock the series of events called life has given me. It’s too
good to be true. Or is it? How long is it gonna take for me to believe it? Not
much, I do now. I believe. I believe I’ve found what I had been missing in a
while, all of my life. Somebody not afraid of saying what she felt, what she
had had growing inside. That, and the fact that it grew in both of us at the
same time. But how to get close to her without hurting her? That’s one. What to
say now? That’s two. Do I look good enough for her? That’s three (and I think I
never will). Surprise, surprise, she didn’t care, she had seen you before, just
a little before than you, and now you’re hooked by the heart. And hey, who said
it was bad? I think I am. O I deserve her? Such open love, such free poetry,
such enchanting eyes, such comfort in her presence and in her hands, and such a
nice butt?! I deserve a slap in the face, but if she gives it to me, I won’t
wash that side of my face never again. God has seen me pray and plead, God has
seen me prepare myself for giving myself whole to someone willing to do the
same. I thought I’d never found her. Now
it’s too good to be true, and I thank God I can believe in Him, and in Her.”
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