A Clearer Image
As my dream looses frame and my consciousness starts to unfold; 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 and eloquence yet to be revealed... She is soft, with a tender touch, yet mature and strong in so many other ways I could never explain. She understands that she was created for me to love and protect and therefore the vessel that allows my purpose to be fulfilled.

She has history, I have history, we have history and we will make history. We have felt pain and crave real love from each other. I can see her alumnus beauty and I will refuse to be awakened. I want to be a follower of her perfection filled with the spirit of being who she is.

My heart is filled with awe and humility just being in her presence.
I'm exhumed by her being, her invigorating light.

Our blended hearts will exercise new perfections embracing unconditional love and acceptance. Seen or unseen our necked souls long for wholeness. Should I be awakened or should I retreat into a deeper sleep?