It Sure Feels Nice…Kissing You On A Sunday.

My Dearest Friend,

…should I draw you the picture of my heart it would be what I hope you would still love though it contained nothing new.  The early possession you obtained there, and the absolute power you have obtained over it, leaves not the smallest space unoccupied.

I look back to the early days of our acquaintance and friendship as to the days of love and innocence, and, with an indescribable pleasure, I have seen near a score of years roll over our heads with an affection heightened and improved by time, nor have the dreary years of absence in the smallest degree effaced from my mind the image of the dear untitled man to whom I gave my heart.

Abigail Adams to John Adams, her husband.  He became the second president of the United States.  Written December 23, 1782

♥ Because my words fall short as well….

So….BIG THANK YOU TO JOHN. He built me 2 excercise bikes this weekend…haha…what an adventure…but it is finally done.

Jess is making  me breakfast…I might kiss her this Sunday since Brent is not here….

Wrote 3 songs this week….mmmm…will post them later on…but for now…some Miley (suprisingly)

Everybody needs inspiration
Everybody needs a soul
A beautiful melody
When the night’s so long
Cause there is no guarantee
That this life is easy

Yeah, when my world is falling apart
When there’s no light to break up the dark
That’s when I, I, I look at you
When the waves are flooding the shore and I
Can’t find my way home anymore
That’s when I, I, I look at you

When I look at you
I see forgiveness
I see the truth
You love me for who I am
Like the stars hold the moon
Right there where they belong and I know
I’m not alone

Yeah, when my world is falling apart
When there’s no light to break up the dark
That’s when I, I, I look at you
When the waves are flooding the shore and I
Can’t find my way home anymore
That’s when I, I, I look at you

You, appear, just like a dream to me
Just like cyledoscope colors that
Prove to me
All I need
Every breath, that I breathe
Dontcha know?
Your beautiful

Yeah yeah..

When the waves are flooding the shore
And I cant find my way home anymore
Thats when I,
I I look at you
I look at you

Yeah yeah..
Oh oh..
You appear just like a dream to me…

An Old Love Letter is Better Than A New One….

…Even when I am in bed my thoughts rush to you, my eternally beloved, now and then joyfully, then again sadly, waiting to know whether Fate will hear our prayer–To face life I must live altogether with you or never see you. Yes, I am resolved to be a wanderer abroad until I can fly to your arms and say that I have found my true home with you and enfolded in your arms can let my soul be wafted to the realm of blessed spirits–alas, unfortunately it must be so–You will become composed, the more so you know that I am faithful to you; no other woman can ever possess my heart–never–never–Oh God, why must one be separated form her who is so dear.

Since I’m so terrible at expressing my feelings I thought I would recruit some help from my good friend Beethoven….Brent

How could I not feel Loved….♥