By Don H. Lemme.
|would a man be less of a man if his dreams in life were filled with thoughts of holding the same ladies hand, looking into her eyes, thinking about her every second of every day for the rest of eternity and a day? why cant there be that lady for me? life is a dream and it should be filled with visions of the one lady that captures his every thought, hope, and all his dreams. there should be a person that makes every dream he ever had come true, from her sweet smile to her bright shining eyes, that he dreams about gazing into for eternity. her loving arms that he wants to feel around him as he wants so much to wrap her in his. his arms ache to hold her, his eyes cry to see her, his mind races to tell her how he feels, his mouth wanting to taste her sweet breath, his hands reaching to touch her, and his heart beating only to be hers. when he finds her all he can do is think about what she means to him, nothing else matters to him but her happiness and making her dreams a reality. at any cost he wants so much to see her smile, to hear her laugh, and to feel her with him, even when they are apart, thinking of her everyday and dreaming of her every night. staying awake after she drifts off to sleep, just so he can watch her dream. he wakes to see her smiling in a state of bliss, and he kisses her softly as she lay there with the innocent look of serenity. she is the reason he lives and breathes. the reason his heart skips a beat every time he sees her. the reason he smiles throughout the day without even knowing. she is his everything. always, forever, an eternity, and a day...|