As my dream looses frame, drifting back I gradually see her image clearer and much to my surprise she is not a picture of perfection, however she has an air of honesty. She is soft, with a tender touch mature and strong in so many ways. She knows and understands that she was created for me to love and protect. She is the vessel that allows my purpose to be fulfilled. She has history, I have history, we have history, we have felt pain but crave to be real, seeking true love to and from each other. She is beautiful and I refuse to be awakened in letting her go.