She sleeps beside me
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She sleeps beside me.

 

I see her gentle soul lying in peaceful rest. We look to each other with hope and aspiration! We do not have all the ways that one learns to love, but we have found a way that works for us. I do not know everything about her, but what she shares is not a lie. We fall into eachothers arms with joy and abandon! Playful times like these should never be wasted. I have never known such gratitude as the love of woman. She fills my days with ideas and thoughts. I seek to work with her, and she seeks to help me. I think we do the best we can for eachother.

 

I hold her close and even in anger, I can not hurt her. It is this trust that makes ours one in a million. We find a way to talk and we find a way to forgive, and the relationship grows. Determined not to let the events of the day get us by, we focus on a more permanent future of cooperation. She sees me as some one to trust, and I love to share that trust with her! I will not live my days in half truths, I will embrace the whole human condition. Ones of tender moments…

 

There is a life that has come into my world, and I do not turn away from romance; I do not give up on intimacy, and I share what I feel. This is not always an easy thing to do, as we would rather just keep thoughts to our selves. Yet, I am grateful that we do not need an excuse for the way we are. We are in love, and we share. You might say this is not the highest human ideal, but we know different. It is only by actions of love done in kindness that one shall reach enlightenment. Our prayers are meant to be our answer when we truthfully help another. God does not favor the selfish, and neither does society!

 

She knows I think very often… I am lost in worlds of definition and specification; I want the freedom to be myself! And, she gives me that. I can see beauty in hers eyes, in her face, and in her soul. She is humble and strong.., stronger than she knows. How nice it is to have someone share your life. A witness. Is that not what we all want, a witness to our life? And what better witness than to trust one while you sleep… It is our ability to remain open and kind that we move toward higher levels of love.

 

 

Thomas A Sutor

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