I just like telling and being told great stories.
Planted in eternity, with you, that’s where I will be. Planted in the bosom of forever, a realm where my love for you, Ambrosia, thrives like a rose bush in bloom in the garden of Eden, watered by the rivers of life. When my eyes held your being for the first time, it was divinity incarnate. I gazed not upon a person, but an imaginative experience in the flesh that left my mouth unable to speak, and my lungs unable to breathe. I hid from you, receded from the view of your almond brown eyes out of fear that your unapologetic womanhood and sensuality would crush my meekness. Love can be funny that way sometimes, its magnetic attraction is irresistible as it heaves at our heart strings guiding us to fulfillment in itself. Yet once we arrive, it seems to abandon us.