Grounded Happily

It’s funny how time changes when you are alone. Sometimes it flows slower because you are not racing to make anyone else happy anymore. You can take a moment to breathe in a deep breath, and that breath revives your inner-self and soul. It feels so good that even your bones feel free of release from pain, stress, worry, and anxiety. You feel loose rather than the tightness of glue on your skin. Alone feels like freedom when you allow yourself to feel truly in your own skin and space that belongs only to you. You feel grounded. Your soul regroups. Then you’re able to feel surrounded by you and feel like you’re not alone anymore. 

Full of Love

When I think of you
My lips turn up with a smile
My heart races like a stallion
My body could run a mile

When you look at me
My eyes sparkle back at you
My soul ignites with passion
My melting limbs turn to goo

When I look at you
My future become clear
My life has a completion
My armistice needs you near

When life has no meaning
You bring me back to light
You guide my way back home
You keep me in your sight

When tears fill my eyes
You wipe them away
You teach me to smile again
You show me the way

When I am happy…
Our love filled me up.

When Four Eyes Collide

Their eyes meet for the first time, and the chills shiver their bones as each of their eyes meet the others.  They are complete strangers but feel they have met before.  “Have we met?“, she wonders.  “I could swear I have met her somewhere before…“, he thinks.  She looks deeper into his eyes, and he looks a gaze into hers.  They both notice that the pupil of each other’s eyes dilates with happiness as their staring at one another collide into a new spectrum of feelings inside of themselves.

The lady reaches her hand out to shake his, and the gentleman’s hand meets her halfway with his hand outstretched…glancing down only for a moment to make sure that his hand embraces her delicate grasp.  Their eyes meet back together again, even as he pulls her hand to his lips for a soft, gentle kiss on the fair skin of her hand.  She wonders if her palms are sweaty or her hand is quivering as she feels the nerves on her neck stand on end.  The gentleman claps his lips together and presses the kiss atop her delicate hand, but he holds his lips there for a moment…savoring the scent of this beautiful woman so close to his senses.  He can almost hear her pulse race as he rests there with his lips caressing the nervous jittering of her hand, and he smiles into her eyes.  She feels the warmth her cheeks are radiating as her cheeks flush with red, but she still cannot take her eyes off of the beautiful golden tones in his gaze.  Her pulse is racing.  His heart is pounding.

They are no longer strangers.