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My love is so deep that if I ever were to look into the eyes of Him, in person, I'd be speechless. I'd be so shy, I wouldn't be able to turn my head. I wouldn't be able to smile. I wouldn't be able to move, just stare. I'd stare, and stare, and stare into the eyes of an angel. I'd promise Him through my heart, not voice, that I'd appreciate Him every minute we were together. I wouldn't be able to breathe. I'd have to look away before I became the energetic person I was before. Because, if I were to glance upon His face, in person, I'd become still. I would just stare, I wouldn't be able to run, and scream, and beg, I'd just be able to stare. I'd stare, and stare, and stare into the eyes of an angel. He is so sweet. He is so precious, we need Him.
My love is so deep, that I'd caress Him, in a dreamy hug. Just meeting this angel would higher my self esteem. I could just imagine His warm, velvety vocals setting in while He walks so smoothly upon this earth. Through the air, He would glide as an angel should. His silky smooth voice, how we could whisper back and fourth words of peace. How He could teach me to be wise. His pleasing talent, the talent only one man was meant to have. Everything would be peaceful. Everything would be calm, we could sit by the trees and wonder what the future has to bring, then He would make me promise to live as life is now, and try not to worry about what life might have to bring.
I don't want Him to feel like I would force this unto Him. He's so mesmerizing, I want Him to take His time and mellow the mood. Breathe in deep and imagine. Just imagine His perfect place, the one we all, including Him, can only dream of having. His innocent smile kisses my imagination, it pulls me afar, and leaves me wondering, "Why did He not get what he deserved?" Because doggonit, He deserves all that is good. I'd like to give Him a rose with a petal for each color of orange, moss, beautiful red, and yellow, and I pray for it to be thornless. I want Him to take these letters to heart. And remember them, because I love Him . . .
. . . and I need Him.
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