I wonder how the conversation goes when our Souls talk to one another while we are asleep at night.
I know they converse because every time I wake up next to you, I feel this weight in my chest.
Heavy with Joy. It is the same feeling I get when I hear one of my favorite Soul songs.
Maybe you are my Soul song.
Perhaps that is why I have you on repeat throughout the day. All throughout my mind.
I dance to the thought of You.
If we were to replay each moment that we have shared, we could warm the winterlands and melt inches of snow into lifetimes. ...and Puddles.
Puddles are cycles. Let us enjoy them. Splash around in them like when we were 6 years old back in a cold Midwest February.
Let us enjoy them.
Eventually the puddles will dry.
That just means the sun has come out to provide a familiar warmth to what our memories hold.
That just means we are blessed. We do not depend on looking back.
The sun light will light up our path so that our Memories can be just that - Memories.
Not reasoning, but Memories. Not fuel, but Memories.
I bet the fuel comes from the conversations that our Souls have at while we are asleep at night.
I bet they are both Left and Right Brains. Because loving you is a dream, but is most logical.
Let me enjoy you
(to be continued and rearranged eventually so that it is not all over the place... Hmmm, sounds like Love, doesn't it? Fine tuning... until it is just right. ...and oh how you are just right!)
You get excited about things that I'm already excited about...which makes things even more exciting.
....and I'm excited about loving You.
I won't ask for your permission to do so, because I already Love you.
You should be Here.
My pillows have kidnapped your Scent
But will only hold That hostage for a few days
I will miss you more when it fades away
When you are Here
You seem to kidnap my Smile
I would hold You hostage for a lifetime
I miss you when you go away
When you get Here
We will kidnap the Clocks
Hold Time hostage for the weekend
So we don't miss out on anything
I don't know what this is. ...and I don't care to call it anything which is probably why it works.
The more I kiss you, the more I want to kiss you.
The more I want to kiss you, the more I need to kiss you.
People kill people. People kill everything, actually. I think humans suck.
I've learned that the ONLY thing I CAN'T do is dream up some impossible.
...and I mean that SHIT!
She doesn't impress me. She inspires me.
...though I don't think she has intentionally tried to do either of the two.
I am thankful for her presence.
When I look at you, I don't see her... which is why you'll probably never see me again after tonight.
Soul Mates develop at the root. Branches and Leaves don't come into contact with those roots for a reason.
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