Dear Journal,
What if I told you that I saw the fairest of the fair, the crème’ de la crème’, and God’s first and only perfect creation.
Her name is the meaning of true love itself. She has more beauty than the morning after a spring shower, when the grass is wet with dew, when the flowers are glowing with radiance like a heavenly star sent from God, and all of Mother Earth’s creation and being stand still and listen for the spring breeze.
I saw her.
The only being that makes perfect a true word that no one can live by. When she brushed by me, I felt a surge of sweetness rush through within me, sweetness that I cannot define. The type of sweetness that makes you do anything for anyone. They way she smelled was indescribable, like a fresh summer morning with the sent of honeysuckle, and a field of wild flowers all merged together.
Heaven.
The way I feel is a way that neither author, nor poet can describe with a dance of their pen, upon the paper. It is a feeling or emotion that only over come you when you know you have found the One. The One you shall love, cherish, and obey you the rest of eternity. And the eternity is you.
For now and Forever,
William
Dearest Diary,
Today I saw a dream sent from that place in the sky. The sound of his voice would make any robin red with envy. His eyes are the color of sapphires shinning in the sun, reflecting every detail of him. His smile is filled with the innocence of a child that could make you melt. He seems to be as regale as a king, but as humble as a servant. The smell of him fills my head and intoxicates me with every breath, making me inhale the intoxicating scent deeper. Whenever I see him I go weak at the knees, and feel like falling into his arms and staying there forever. Sleeping in his arms. What a dream? He fills my head day in night like a disease. Whenever I see my dream prince I become flabbergasted and my mouth fills with words that I cannot say. My lips mouth their soundings, but nothing comes out. Just silence. Sometimes I lie awake and wonder if that silence can ever be broken. Will that broken moment ever come. That one sweet time when I can tell him how I feel.
xoxo, hugs, and cookies,
Greta
