By: SF
The French have a proverb that goes
"Try to reason about love, and you will lose your reason."
I may not succeed but I will try anyway.
I had been out in the cold wilderness of solitude -
the furious wind of loneliness whistling past my ears.
I looked up and there she was:
Tall, intelligent, beautiful, sexy.
I wake up and she is my sunshine, warming me up. Brightening my day.
I look at her and my heart skips more than a beat.
I watch her and I am filled with pure happiness.
I steal a glance at her and I get goose bumps...shivers of delight.
I hear her voice and she makes the world all right with me.
I listen to her laughter as she throws her head back and it melts my heart.
I kiss her and she is the sweetest caramel in the whole universe.
I touch her and waves of fire course through my body.
I smell her and she is the only bouquet in the garden of my life.
I taste her and I know I will never give her up.
I go to sleep and she is always the star of my dreams.
I trust her. She is a warden of my joy.
I adore her, hold her dear, and cherish her presence in my life.
She has my happiness in her hands.
I love her because she makes me feel incredibly... good.
If I am not daydreaming about her, I must be with her.
She is sensitive, caring, thoughtful, affectionate, romantic, and sincere.
She is kind. Has a big heart. And no pretensions.
She is strong, independent, non-conformist and yet steadfastly traditionalist.
She is spiritual and non-judgmental and yet full of rock solid values.
She loves getting silly yet she is a serious intellectual.
She has a sense of humor that embraces my twisted sense of comedy.
She is witty and has ways with words that stir me.
She is all I want in a woman - responsible, loving, understanding, committed, and smart.
Above all she has an undying and deep passion for life and for me
that makes me look at the whole world and believe there is a reason for our existence.
And our love.
She is my life.
