Signed Yours Truly

Tell Him
Let me patient, let me be kind, make me unselfish without being blind. Though I may suffer I'll envy it not. And endure what what comes because he's all I got. Tell him I need him. Tell him I love him. Tell him it will be alright. Now I may have faith to make mountains fall but, If I lack love than I am nothing at all. I can give away everything I posses but, left without love then I have no happiness. I know I'm imperfect and not without sin, but now that I'm older all childish things end. I'll never be jealous but I won't be too kind because love is not boastful and love is not loud. Now I may have wisdom and knowledge on earth but if I speak wrong than what it is worth? See what we know is nothing compared to the love that was shown when our lives were spared. Tell him.

I've known this kind of love for a long time. For a while it disappeared and I thought it would never resurface. Indeed with your placid positioning in my life that love reappeared. You are the perfect situation that needed to happen in order for the love in me to be restored, reproduced, and redistributed. You are the reminder that my heart beats true to every beat. Equivalent to the blood that runs through my veins your smooth spoken vibes stream only of steadiness, simplicity and succulent sensation. Freedom of loving blindly, loving surely, and loving genuinely are the rewarding and reassured symptoms that have yet to be revived in me. You are the love that describes me best passionate, powerful, lyrical, hopeful, delightful, sinfully delicious. Your ability to draw sentimental strengths out rise above and over me. That is my kind of love. That is what love is to me.You are the love that was lost in me but now has been found.