Monday, May 08, 2006

when I look into your eyes...

When I finally looked into your eyes, I know that you have allowed me into the deepest secret you hide from me. You trust me and want me to protect you in the most vulnerable moments; you show the pain you surrendered, the tears that betrayed you, the dreams and visions you have, and the sacrifices you will be willing to make.

I want pinch your cheeks, to tell you that you are adorable. The way you smile warms my heart, and your laughter is contagious. Yes, and that you are cute...

I want to pinch your nose, to tell you how I treasure your cheekiness. Your antics, however weird, is not unnoticed.

I want to kiss you on your forehead, to tell you how I am willing to protect you, to show you how I want you blessed. How I want to cover you under my wings of care and protection.

I want kiss your hand, to honour you. To tell you that I am willing to honour you as the honourable lady you are. That you know I will not dishonour you nor what we share.

I want to rub your back, to tell you I know what a long day it had been for you. To tell you that I am behind you in whatever you do and give you warmth at the end of that day.

I want to massage your shoulders, to tell you I understand the burdens you shoulder. That as I knead, deep within me, I want to take them away from you, or at least carry them with you.

I want to carry you on my back, to tell you that I am strong enough to shoulder you on when you can't walk on anymore. That you know I am willing to do it for you.

I want to put that ring onto your finger, to tell you that my love for you is eternal. Like the ring, going round and round what it is on... never having an end to come to, never ending.

I want to take your hand in mine, to tell you that I am willing to walk by you, through the best of times, or the toughest days. To share with you the joys and pain, to be by your side...

I want to take you by my arm, to tell you that I can lead you the way ahead. That you can trust me to take you beyond our wildest dreams, that I will walk before you to clear the way, to test the ground... to bring you there.


I want to...

... but where are you now?
... but when I could; did you want?
... but why did you not see it?
... but why I felt it was a forsaken gift?

Take me not for granted I beg;
Take me not for what I have.
Take me for what I have to give;
Love me, because it took all of me,
I gave.