Wednesday, July 2, 2008

Eyelid Dancer, Eyes Singing, Word from Mouth......A Choice.

The dream of peace and happiness, the warmth and love. Eyelid Dancer.i've studied your face and your eyes that sparkle. Just because I'm quiet/shy, Doesn't mean that's me, I Still love to have conversations, I Still want to share thoughts and i will. This is like a mirage out in the desert. The sand.....it the time running a way in life. There are decision always to be made. Thinking to always be done. Choices. They can make or break u. I have the choice 2 spend the rest of my pre-life or before life with anyone that Sean wants. My whole life ive been making decisions. Some great other's.....well they're lessons learned. but u learn how 2 make better ones. this past of choices will lead you up to that big 1. The biggest and most important 1. The one that can change lives and make futures/ change it. The choice that can change lives forgood. Written in stone time. That Sand now turn into stone. The choice is mine and only mine to make. i choose my happiness, my love, my soulmate. Out of billions there's 1. when this moment happen's Sean earth will stand still, and my heart will be switch on auto-emotional pilot. To Love, To connect, To grow old and to die....perfect life. Love. May no gift be too small to give, nor too simple to receive, which is wrapped in thoughtfulness and tied with love. Love isn't just something you give away. It's a delicate thing, and it's hard to choose who deserves it. We've got this gift of love, but love is like a precious plant. You can't just accept it and leave it in the cupboard or just think it's going to get on by itself. You've got to keep watering it. You've got to really look after it and nurture it. When have I never loved the pain of love? But this has moved beyond love, into hysteria. Hold tough my heart and let me live. I try my best, I sprint ahead but ill wait, i wanna finish this race with u, If I was not with you I might as well be dead. A Choice of mine yet to be made.

Love is always bestowed as a gift --
freely, willingly, and without expectation....
We don't love to be loved; we love to love.
I can just give it to anybody.

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