Thursday, August 9, 2012


icicles forming on a mountain top snowdrift fence

 I look out the window and then I look at you. Even though its rainy outside you still shine to me on the inside. Thundering outside yet you're quiet and peaceful. You calm me with your soothing presence. In my kitchen fixing me food as I lay and cleaning up other things behind me. You're just as nurturing as my mother when I was little. You set standards too high for any other woman. Because of you I'm spoiled.

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