Sweet Love

“The minute I heard my first love story I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was. Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere. They’re in each other all along” – Rumi

I read once that the ancient Egyptian had fifty words for sand, and the Eskimos had hundred words for snow. I wish I had a thousand words for love, but all that comes to mind is the way you move against me while you sleep and there are no words for that.

I love how our times together really represents our union that is sweet, joyful, caring and tender.

I am confident to say that our love have been tested so many times that we know, we have gone so far, it has gotten so good to ever stop.

It is these sweet moments that we share, sweet little gestures you do, the acts of love I show every day, our private moments that keeps us perpetuating.

This bond we have provides an ideal setting for overcoming any tendencies to be selfish or self centered.

I don’t want to waste my time looking for the perfect lover, instead of creating the perfect love.

To you, IB, you have my heart.



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