Missy

I was like a poem without rhymes, unattainable for the heart But when you read me all the broken words all the faded verbs came back to life

Beautiful is the woman who is not afraid to cry, who knows her most beautiful curve is a smile, who doesn't let fear, the insecurity of the heart to crawl under her skin, because she knows the beauty lies within.

Finally we will realize We are as deeply afraid to live and love, to be vulnerable with someone and completely open up As deeply we are afraid to hide, behind curtains, the walls of the heart because we just miss out life....

Beautiful is the woman with hundred shades of love who offers you a face for every phrase of life, all the ups and downs of the heart Who smiles with your tears and cries with your fears Who can be a friend, a wife a call or a hug whatever you need by your side ~

There is peace in the rainfall how those drops are crashing against the shore or in the silence after the thunderstorm, and there is peace in your eyes, when you hold me in your arms it gives new perspective to my Soul~

Your silence was the most beautiful storm in the chaos of my life I felt your heart beat as a gentle touch pulled me out of the dark ~

Beautiful is the woman in the light when there is nowhere to hide and she stands proud does not fear the sight those imperfect curves, the fading scars, the most perfect map painted by Life ~

Let me be your warmth, a blanket for your broken heart. Let me be your storm, a gentle rain to clean your Soul, a sweet rumble which makes you feel alive. Let me be the chill, quivering your lips. Your one and only bliss...