Brady
Smith
Moved &
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4/27/98
For it was when my eyes
first laid on her, that the sun raised at an ever leisurely pace to make
the dark night morning for the first time.
She ever grew more
brightly
as seconds past, warming the rocks off the cold ground below. And
Life appeared and bloomed.
Rocked off my feet but
she not let me fall, for her words hold me in weightlessness as I hear
her call.
The thoughts & dreams
we exchange flow as waves and currents over all the vast deep
oceans.
There is
something more about her, something so special that she gives
me.
Something
that words can not even begin to describe how she makes me
feel.
I feel,
..
I feel
right,
for that's who she is to me.
Yet so different, but
yet so much more alike.
And I am
Moved.
Moved to a place that
is so special and unique that peace holds my heart up
high.