I find myself captivated by a picture of a little girl. The innocence in her face and the fire in her eyes speak to my soul. The picture although faded by time still holds on to the spirit that lives in her still.
The little girl, is unaware of what lies ahead in her life and the effects she would have over a little boy. Though their paths did cross once before, they could never have known where life would lead them, or the power she would have over him.
In a picture of a little girl I can still see that her skin is fair, a few freckles on her nose and berets in her dark brown hair, I can still see that little girl in the children she was to bare.
I see a little girl that has the world in her hands; she has no way of knowing that the little boys world will revolve around her.
The little boy will live for the love of the little girl and nothing will have more meaning in his life than to someday call her his best friend, a lover and a wife. Not a wife on paper or by words, but a person whom his heart belongs and makes him into the man he is yet to become.
The little girls picture had faded over the years but the little boys love only grew stronger. His desire to please her and make her happy will be what drives him; her love and affection will be what replenishes his spirit when he is spent.
The little boy tries his best to grow into a man that she can be proud of, a man of pure love, without desires of other, a man who knows all the right words to say, and person who enlightens her heart. A man of all things, which no other can compare, a man of the truest love only for her, a love he would not share, his love from the moment he was born was reserved for her and her only.
The little girl in the picture had no way of knowing that to him she would be all things, she had no way of knowing that she would be all he had ever dreamed.
The little girl in the picture brings a tear to my eye, not of sadness or hurt but from joy and the love of the little boy that I use to be, I strive to be the man that this little boy was meant to be.
To be everything to only one little girl in a picture, is what I strive to be.
By a little boy,
growing into a man.
The little girl, is unaware of what lies ahead in her life and the effects she would have over a little boy. Though their paths did cross once before, they could never have known where life would lead them, or the power she would have over him.
In a picture of a little girl I can still see that her skin is fair, a few freckles on her nose and berets in her dark brown hair, I can still see that little girl in the children she was to bare.
I see a little girl that has the world in her hands; she has no way of knowing that the little boys world will revolve around her.
The little boy will live for the love of the little girl and nothing will have more meaning in his life than to someday call her his best friend, a lover and a wife. Not a wife on paper or by words, but a person whom his heart belongs and makes him into the man he is yet to become.
The little girls picture had faded over the years but the little boys love only grew stronger. His desire to please her and make her happy will be what drives him; her love and affection will be what replenishes his spirit when he is spent.
The little boy tries his best to grow into a man that she can be proud of, a man of pure love, without desires of other, a man who knows all the right words to say, and person who enlightens her heart. A man of all things, which no other can compare, a man of the truest love only for her, a love he would not share, his love from the moment he was born was reserved for her and her only.
The little girl in the picture had no way of knowing that to him she would be all things, she had no way of knowing that she would be all he had ever dreamed.
The little girl in the picture brings a tear to my eye, not of sadness or hurt but from joy and the love of the little boy that I use to be, I strive to be the man that this little boy was meant to be.
To be everything to only one little girl in a picture, is what I strive to be.
By a little boy,
growing into a man.
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goodlordyshorty:
WOW! What a great journal read, thanks for that, it made me feel all warm and tingly. I just wanted to thank you for your kind words in my journal the other day, it was much appreciated!
shixa:
hey, can you help me with pictures again whenever you have a chance? email me or comment. thanks hun ;]