I love me some him.....

It's air, oxygen in my soul, breath in my heart
It's chills when I smell his scent,
and
A skipped heart beat
When
I feel his breath and see his chest rise and fall
It's nothing words can capture, and love
That does not even come close to summing it all up
Its all the lovers who ever lived bottle up into one
No that does not even come close
It's something divine and inspired and beyond words
It's something that can only be shown not described
There is no one word
No one thought
No combination of all the words ever written or spoken
and
All the thoughts ever thought verbal and non verbal
It's loving even when you don't like
and
Being wrong even when you right
It's not anything you can say or write
Nothing you can ever say or think
Can even come close to scracthing the surface
Of..............
My love for my husband

Will you?

Fresh and new, honest and true
Something Old
Something New
Something Borrowed
Something Blue
Today, tomorrow, forever, I do

Soul Food

Vanilla ice cream melting over warm apple pie
Nothing more left to do before I die

Sweet juicey plump and ripe red and green grapes
No more left or right turns to make

The sweetest peas and corn you ever did taste
The best sweet potato pie and lemonade on a mild spring day

Better than all this, some may say?
The day you know you're with your soul mate!

Being a friend means...

Sometimes being a friend means...
you just be there, no explaning, speaking, no saying, just being
You sit there holding your best friends hand and
you cry with her even though you don't know why
You don't know why she is crying
you don't know why you are crying but
You cry anyway,
you cry until she stops crying and
You don't say a word,
you just be there,
You be there quietly, silently, solidly
you just be there.

I'd rather be freed by being enslaved...

I'd rather be freed by being enslaved.
Many of you won't get that thought,
but I'd rather be freed by being bought.

I knowed what to do cause I was told by you
I knowed where my next meal was comin from
I had a place to stay too so long as my work got done.

Paid no never mind to reading, writing, and rithmatic
Never wrestled with how to make ends meet
So long as I minded got what I needed and didn't even get beat.

Them Yanks came thought they done good
We don't want no freedom and the troubles that come with it
All we's wanted is place to sleep, food to eat, and mild days with no whippin.

I'd rather be freed by being enslaved.
Many of you won't get that thought,
but I'd rather be freed by being bought.