April 19, 2009

Our Story

by: EJ

There is something about the way you move me,

This grace that you have about you,

Sometimes I can't help but stop and stare,

Your of so sweet blue eyes burn through my soul,

You see me for me,

You read me like a book full of blank pages,

Making it up as we go along,

The story of our lives waiting to be written,

The day you opened the cover,

Was the first day of the rest of our lives,

The first few sentences involving the words Indiana and a whip,

Every story has its trials and tribulations of course,

Just a few bumps along the way,

With each step our love grows stronger,

Your heart can't bare to be dishonest or hurtful,

Your eyes told me that,

I do trust you with everything I am,

You hold my heart and soul in the palm of your hand,

Never have I let someone see me so vulnerable,

My walls crumbled the moment I felt your love.