And as he lost control, he lost everything. Because to lose control is to lose what is close to you.

And as he watched her sleep in his arms, he thanked God for giving him the one thing no one else could: Her.

True love is when, after 25 years, you still get butterflies when they walk into the room.

I need the smell of fresh cut grass. I need the feel of the warm sun on by face. I need the sound of children laughing and running barefoot around the park. I need the exciting feeling of new love in my heart. Because that is summer as I define it.

When life is hard, these lips don't speak,
But when I touch the paper, my pen, it bleeds.

Soon to be used in a poem.

Her eyes are brighter than any star and her smile lights up even the darkest of moods. And I cant help that she makes me feel so complete when she's by my side.