~Just Imagine...He Loves Me~

My Love, my baby~
He is the other side to me.
The up when I am down.
The left when I go right...
He is love.


He will do anything to make me smile...
Still, if I don't or I can't,
and he's tried everything to make me happy
he can't smile either.
He says it hurts his heart to see me cry~
I watch his usually smooth face
break into lines of worry and pain when my tears fall.


His mood lifts simply when I touch him.
If I lay my head on his chest
or give him an unexpected kiss
I watch as a smile crawls up his lips
and reaches and lifts his dark brown eyes.
I swear as I lay my head on him that I hear his heart beat quicken.


If he is upset-
which he rarely ever is~
his handsome face will become hard and his voice deep.
Yet with a flash of my own smile
or the words "I love you" I see his anger melt away completely.
(Even when I am the one who's upset him.)


In his arms, in his eyes and in that great big heart
I feel a love I've honestly never known before~
The taste of love on his lips,
the sound of adoration sung so sweetly into my ears~
It's all new to me.
The love I feel for him is indescribable in the moments of my heartbreak~
The way he loves me
when everything and everyone else abandons me
is the only honest, safe and unbreakable place for me now.
It is my home wherever he is.


I love him
and for whatever miracle I don't deserve~
he loves this confused and messed up girl.


Stacy J Roosa
May 9, 2012

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  1. TatteredHokieThursday, May 10, 2012 6:51:00 AM

    Lovely. So glad you are finally happy. Now, about that car...

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