My love for you flows like a river, rushing through me with great intensity
And yet always bringing with it waves of calm and peace.
My love for you radiates from the heart, and overflows
Warming me like the heat of the sun.
The energy is too powerful to be contained
And at the same time grounding me always.
When I am with you I expand, filling every space around us
Because you always allow the space to let every bit of me out.
You've allowed me to peer into the depths of your soul
And I see you while you see me.
I yearn to show you true unconditional love like you've always craved
And to see you with the same kind eyes you see me with.
My unsuspecting knight in shining armor
You have helped remind me of who I am.
You saw a rose under these thorns
And you took a chance on me even at the risk of being pricked.
Now our love is blossoming
And we will never be the same.
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Cayla Wright
Hi, I'm Cayla, a recovering Christian turned life coach going through a spiritual awakening and some MAJOR life changes. Here to share my experiences by posting my intimate diary entries in hopes that it will help someone feel less alone.
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