smell not eh earth but her love, for it is more prominent than any soil under our feet

Tis on a happier note that I write that this time. Life being what it will

and it’s meaning being the mystery that it is had only urged more of

 me to want to rebel and fight back. For it is because one can not take

 life for what it is, that one had become so stubborn as to not let it get

 the best of one, all the time.

Rather than that. I shall not give up on the one to whom I refer to

 as “Angel”.

Not for the reason of being afraid of losing against life by making

plans, but for the reason that I would rather risk it all to be with

the one to whom my heart belongs. Than to let life beat me completely.

 

I say this because without her, life is not my challenge, it is my

empty goal. When I am away from her, I miss her to the deepest

extent, the length of which, shatters a heart into pieces small enough to fit

through the eye of needle.

It is not hope that encourages me to fight for her, but love

that promises me she is there.

 

An assortment of flowers? A dozen roses? No a single rose.

No, not even a single rose has enough red in it’s blood red colour

to show the perfect love I have for her. Neither rose nor orchid

are perfect enough to display or prove the ever lasting commitment

I would so gladly give to her.

 

Nothing will stand in my and nothing will make me run from it.

She is all that keeps me going and all that shows promise that

maybe god has not left this horrible, evil filled place we call our world.

 

Neither harps nor violin can describe how beautiful her voice is..

Neither water nor light can describe her shining eyes..

Neither touch nor sight can describe her gorgeous lips..

Neither day or night can show the true extent of her love..

 

On that note. I end with a simple pair of three.

To Amanda

I truly love

Only thee.