I have waited once again to blog this week.
This time I waited on the words.
Wanting perfection in my response.
Wanting to craft a love letter so repleat with images that the words would not leave the reader alone.
I design this love letter with words alone.
No images to convey what my mind may be to weak to convey.
These two simple words have softened each look as I watched you sleep last night.
Echoed in our steps as we walked hand in hand window shopping last weekend.
Strengthened me as you comforted my father in his pain.
Was a call to arms even as I fell under the drugs given before the cancer tests.
A sweet wisp of thankfullness, as I listened to those who are now alone longing for someone.
My sweet Dark Knight
You did in fact rescue me from all those who would say love is not for me.