I Express Myself Through Writing
In the early morning light she thought of her prince, not in any fantastic way as he was but a flawed and imperfect man but he was her man and he brought light to her dark world as shadows called her name, as she ran from them but could not hide.
He was a man, a kind man with a gentle soul whose physical touch she had never felt but a man who has touched her soul, filled her heart with his love and has held her close in his ever protective arms.
She did not want to get out of bed though her life called her to get ready to face the challenges of the day. Just one more minute she thought as her eyes remained closed.
The warmth of her thoughts of him enveloped her body. In her minds eye she saw his face and his smile and his eyes, like endless pools of soft inviting, invigorating love. how she wanted to just dive in and never have to leave.
As she stepped into the shower the cold floor shivered her. As the hot water cascaded down her body she was once again warmed in her thoughts of him, his hands, strong, protecting, inviting her into his waiting arms....
He’s her prince. Imperfect. Flawed. But he is hers and that very thought gave her strength to face her day.
He was a man, a kind man with a gentle soul whose physical touch she had never felt but a man who has touched her soul, filled her heart with his love and has held her close in his ever protective arms.
She did not want to get out of bed though her life called her to get ready to face the challenges of the day. Just one more minute she thought as her eyes remained closed.
The warmth of her thoughts of him enveloped her body. In her minds eye she saw his face and his smile and his eyes, like endless pools of soft inviting, invigorating love. how she wanted to just dive in and never have to leave.
As she stepped into the shower the cold floor shivered her. As the hot water cascaded down her body she was once again warmed in her thoughts of him, his hands, strong, protecting, inviting her into his waiting arms....
He’s her prince. Imperfect. Flawed. But he is hers and that very thought gave her strength to face her day.
