A Christmas Memory

There is a feeling in my heart.

A feeling of overwhelming love.

I feel at home.

I am safe and sound.

There is snow falling all around me, and yet there is shelter from the cold.

The logs in our fireplace are burning brightly.

Snuggled up near the hearth, I can feel the warmth of the fire against my once cold cheeks.

The stockings are hung, the cookies are made, the season of giving is near.

I hear laughter from above, there is a party in the flat above us.

The cheer is overwhelming.

I listen eagerly and appreciate the sounds of merriment.

I let out a laugh myself, what a beautiful season.

I turn around, and there he is, smiling at me.

We both know the joy of the season.

We sit in silence.

The silence speaks multitudes of our hearts contentment.

As we watch the fire dwindle, I seem to fade away, falling into a peaceful sleep.

When I awake, there are presents scattered around our little tree.

The smell of cinnamon overwhelms our humble home.

I find him happily brewing tea in the kitchen.

His smile warms my romantic heart, and, again, I feel at home.

In that moment, I know that no matter where we are, we will always remember the joy of that Christmas morning.


Hand in Mine

As we walk down this road, you hold my hand in yours.

Your hand guides me down our path.

Where there are obstacles in our way, the muscles in your hand gently turn me to a safer place.

Where there is room for only one, you extend your arm to allow me to walk first.

When danger comes upon us on one side, you pull me to safety.

I wish to spend eternity with your hand in mine.

Guiding me,

Protecting me,

Prioritizing me,

And tenderly leading me through life’s joys and challenges.

He is himself 

He’s a man of integrity and grace.

Strength becomes him.

He is pure and admirable.

The little things he does bless me the most. 

Like putting the teabag in my cup the night before an early morning commute. 

Like kissing my head when I am stressed. 

Like calling me when he knows I need it. 

Like taking me on a special date just to celebrate for no real reason. 

Like holding me close when I’m overcome with sadness. 

Like listening to me as I whine. 

Some days I don’t feel like I deserve this great love of mine. 

Some days I feel like it’s too good to be true. 

Like I could never be good enough for someone who is always kind. 

The little things he does, are not the reason why I love him. 

I love him because he’s him. 

If he were anyone else doing those little things, my love would not run as deep. 

Yet, he is him, and I am his. 

He’s a man of integrity and grace. 

He is my man, and I will love him always. 

If I Could…

There are not enough words in the world to show my love for you. 
There are no actions that can express how I feel about you. 

If I could catch a shooting star for you, I would. 

If there is a mountain that we have to climb, I will walk alongside you the entire time. 

If you need someone to take care of you when you’re ill, choose me, it would be my joy. 

If I could hold your hand every time you prayed, I would. 

If I could bring every bird in the world to your backyard so that you could see all of them, I would learn all the bird calls there are. 

If I could sing your favorite songs and lull you to sleep, I would learn every word. 

If I could convince you of just how amazing I think you are, then I would write books filled with the proof. 

If I could hold you every time the day didn’t go quite as planned, I would never leave. 

If I could fall asleep listening to your heartbeat, I would be in perfect bliss. 

If you wanted a kiss, I would never refrain. 

If you needed me, I would be there no matter what was happening. 

If you were scared, I would turn on the light. 

If you needed someone to encourage you, I would speak into your identity, and never fluff up your ego. 

If I could spend every day with you, I would and I would be grateful for each moment with you. 

If I could explain just how much I love you, then you would never doubt a word I said. 

But for now, I hope that an I love you will suffice. 

If I could, I would,

And, I do. 

A Delighted Soul

My soul delights in you. 

My eyes long to see your smile. 

My heart races when you’re near, or far, 

Because I love you wherever you are. 

You are perfection in every form, 

And love’s blindness is a diagnosis that I could live with forevermore. 

You are a treasure. 

You are attentive. 

You are a listener. 

You are everything and more. 

You need reminding, often, because you deserve to hear it when days are hard. 

You need reminding when days are easy, too, so that you know that there is someone cheering for you. 

I love you and all that you do. 

I love you and all that you are. 

I love you and all that you don’t do. 

I love you and all that you aren’t. 

You are all things positive and light. 

You aren’t anything negative or dark. 

My soul delights in you,

And my heart is glad to have found a home near you. 

The Loveliest Little Things 

It’s the little things that make life memorable. 

The way you hold my hand when we pray. 

The way you kiss my forehead when we hug. 

The way you tickle my arms when I’m being a tease. 

The little things make up every happy moment I share with you. 

The way you look at me when our thought is the same. 

The way you smile when something is strange. 

The silly way you talk when you want to make me smile. 

All the bad jokes you tell that secretly make me laugh. 

Every little thing you are and everything little thing you do, constructs this little thing that I call being in love with you. 

This love is not conditional. It does not depend on these little things to function. 

But, these little things are tiny secrets that my heart will forever cherish. 


France. Come away with me.Sit beside me for the flight. 

Hold my hand at baggage claim. 

Let’s journey into the city of Paris. 

There’s much to do and not a lot of time. 

The Eiffel Tower beckons to me. 

We can sit at a Parisian cafe eating a croissant and drinking tea. 

Come away with me. 

Dance with me under the moonlight. 

Magic happens here. 

Kiss me at Versailles. 

Let’s visit the French Riviera and swim for the day. 

Eat baguettes and cheese. 

We can wine and dine. 

There is so much to see, but darling, we don’t have much time. 

We must hurry. But not too fast. 

We can’t miss the chance to take it all in. 

France, my love. Paris where dreams come true. France where the air is full of love and light. Come with me, my love. Come away to France with me.  

the position

Watching him watch her. The look in his eyes. From the outside, I see it as others do. They can’t see their love the way that we do. Outside looking in, I see the beauty and the romance. The pure joy on his face. The sweet love that her smile reveals. 

Today I’m looking in, but every other day, I’m on the inside. Is that how people see us? It must be. Love knows no bounds. It cannot see how it looks to others. It’s essence is pure and yet it stirs up jealousy in others. 

They hold hands and I feel those feelings. Not because I don’t have someone to love, but that he is not here with me. That I can’t hold his hand in this moment. That I can’t be completely absorbed in our own conversation. 

Love has an aroma about it. It demands the attention of onlookers and we search to find our own fragrant romance. 

The man who holds my heart has bewitched me body and soul. I’m jealous for his time, and he is for mine as well. Right now I’m looking in on a beautiful relationship. Three days later, I will be on the inside. Not looking anywhere but at him. 

|wishful romance|

I wish I could remember the exact moment where I first fell in love. 

I wish there were a photograph of my face in the instant that I knew that you were the one I wanted to embrace. 

I wish that I could see your smile in that moment. 

I wish I could remember if you were looking at me. 

I wish that someone had drawn a sketch or taken a video of the moment our eyes met and I knew I loved you. 

I wish my memory wouldn’t forsake me in this area, as I think it is one of the most important moments. 

I wish that I had loved you longer, but it is better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all. 

I wish I could remember every emotion from the moment I fell in love with you. 

I wish that I knew if the moment I fell in love with you, was the same moment you fell in love with me, too.

I wish a lot of things but the truth is, everyday I fall in love with you. I may not remember the first, but I’ll remember today, and tomorrow, and every other day, until my last. 

Define me. 

My love. 

Describe him. I shall. 

He is tall. He is strong. 

He has hair as brown as chocolate, and eyes as deep as caverns, and blended like the sand. 

He has a smile that can be seen from google earth, because it’s bright and changed my world. 

His arms hold me close, and they’re protective to the touch. 

His hands are soft and gentle, they’re never rough or mean. His hands are used to serve, they don’t sit idly. 

His legs are for support. I lean on him in troubled times, and in the good as well. 

My love, I could define you further, but you cannot be defined. You change with everyday, but the thing that always remains, is your love for me, and my love for you

It cannot be defined; it stays the same with everyday. If anything, it grows. Never ceasing, always loving.