First Prose
You are beautiful beyond what words could possibly describe... A loving, perfect Creator, Father used His flawless genius to form such beauty as I am privileged to behold day by day. Quick determination in your steps, yet such a weight on your shoulders. Shutting your eyes to shield them from the world. Looking for peace in the rush of day. Breathing deeply, your heart starving for a fresh wind from God. Trembling hands, quickened pulse... Wish it was because I'm around... I have a hard time believing... But is it my imagination...? Or did you hold me a little longer? Squeeze me a little tighter? Hold my hand for a lingering touch? Did your eyes shine when they met my gaze? Did your smile brighten with joy and reflect mine? Did you blush with love as I did? Is the secret between us? Does it have to stay that way?
~December 8, 1999