Music

Sunday, January 10, 2016

My Future Wife

Oh Love,

The distances I would travel to know your name. 
I can only imagine the late night conversations we will have every night. 
Our bed so comfortable. Surrounded by pictures of us in different places in the world so in love and so extremely happy. I can only imagine the stories we will have together. Laughing and Crying with each other growing closer day by day. 

I can only imagine the Trials we will go through and what I am most excited for is that your strong points are my weaknesses and your weakness is my strong points. Oh how we will grow old together us having so many wonderful meals together talking only to hear each others voices. Our first house will be the cutest thing you have ever seen. so poor but even more in love. I find peace just thinking of you. I find comfort in just thinking about you. Your touch could kill me if you wanted. 

The only person to know all my secrets will be you dear. I will put my full trust in you and I expect the same from you. The saturday mornings will be splendid darling. I will be in the kitchen making you your favorite breakfast and I will probably make some remark about how I messed up but you will think it is fine. 

When we are old lovers with our skin more texture than the oatmeal we eat. We will still love each other the same way the day we met. Oh and the songs we will dance to the way I will move will be so off beat but our heart beats the same. 

I want to travel with you and grow closer with you by the day. I will be an open book that you can read at anytime. I will be so head over heals in love with you with no restrictions just me and you and a blank notebook to write our story on. so hears to you Love. Hears to the good times and the bad. Hears to being so content with each other that words have not been made up to describe it. Hears to the rain on a saturday morning and nothing to do but hold each other tight all day long. Hears to thinking about you when I am 18 because I am so in love with you already. I can’t imagine when I kiss you for the first time, no better taste will be on my lips. Hears to the smell on our skin. Hears to waking up to you forever. Hears to I miss you and I don’t even think I know you yet. Hears to the stepping stones along the way. Hears to clean sheets and our kids. Hears to our darling daughter or daughters. Hears to our smiling son or sons. Hears to the times with our family. Hears to the moments that we will miss the most. Hears to the one who dies first. Hears to finding heaven on earth dear. Hears to us. 

Sunday, January 3, 2016

Mountain


I climb. 
Can’t see the peak 
Only focused on the now. 
Prepared for the future. 
Learned from my past. 
Tears on my sleeve.
Hands hard from the rocks.
Skin tanned from the suns. 
Muscles carved from the climb.
Blood on my feet. 
Shaking. 
I chose this Mountain. 
To live on.
I believe in this. 
This is my Paris. 
This is my Mountain. 
This is my Struggle 
This is my Pain.
This is my Happiness.
This is my Will. 
This is my Victory.