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At some point and time in life we all look for happiness. A special someone that holds the missing piece of your life...your otherhalf, your soulmate, your lover as well as your friend. Life is a strange thing, and love is even stranger. One day love knocked on the door of my heart...and i answered, Who knew that the person standing on the outside of my heart looking in...Held the missing piece i have longed for all of my life. She became my reason for being, a stable foundation, She invaded my soul and taught me the true meaning of love. She's the true essence of a woman in every aspect of the word, She's strong yet gentle, loving and kind. She carries my soul in her spirit which rest upon my heart...And with nurturing hands she cares for it.

For you I will climb the highest mountain peek, Swim the deepest Ocean...You love i do seek.

For you I will cross the Rivers most wide, Walk through the hottest desert to have you by my side.

For you are the one that makes me whole...You've captured my heart and touched my soul.

For you are the one that stepped out of my dreams...Gave me new hope, showed me what love means.

For you alone are my reason yo live...For the compassion you show and the love you give.

You came into my life and made me complete...Each time I think of you my hearts skips a beat.

For you are the one God sent from up above...An Angel i needed in whom i do love.

Wounded But I Can't Let Go

The more i sit and think, the more i hurt. Knowing that i stand in danger of losing the best thing that ever happened too me.The worst part is i have no one to blame but self. But i can't help feeling like my heart is engulped in flames. It;s like i can barely hear your vioce anymore, It becomes faint day by day. How do you pick up the pieces of a broken heart that resemles a jigsaw puzzle...I struggle to keep my head above water...yet the tides of a broken heart carries me under, I gasp for air...my breath is shallow, wondering how could i breathe without oxygen? The oxygen that shes filled me with all this time...She was my air, The only way i know how to live, my means of survival, Afraid if she spreads her wings and fly will she soar so high she'll forget the one she left behind? Or does it matter that her wings are clipped and she's wounded and can't fly, feeling like a bird with 2 wings but can't fly...Longing to soar again but theres no wind...She was my life. Now that the wind has come to a standstill, no wind, no air, no breathe, no life...struggling to regain my composure...staggering, stumbling, wondering...How do i getthe rhythm of my heart back in tune with my love for her?