HE SAID...
Some people communicate their thoughts extremely well, while others have a more difficult time conveying thoughts into spoken words. What ever the reason, things are not said at the moment meant for them. This is not to say they aren't thought or felt at some time and still do, but memory plays a huge part on the selection of words from thought. I know what I want to say but when it spews out even I'm not sure what I was thinking, them forgotten. Probably gone are the memories of the few spoken words that had a significant meaning or purpose, at that particular moment. But new ones always come so as long as my mind is still senile, heck, maybe even then, new meaningful words and ideas will come. All for Francine. Can I name the things I love about Francine? See above! I do know out of the billions of things that make us up, there are none I do not love. No one is perfect but we still love the imperfections others feel they have. Francine says I'm perfect which I am not but those imperfections I see in myself, she still loves. What ever each of us feel about ourselves, someone sees us as perfect. I adore Francine for the person she is in life, the feelings and emotions she feels. Her hair. Her Nose. Her face and everything else. We all under go changes throughout our lives, "under construction" as I call it, so what is today will not be tomorrow. Francine is as beautiful to me today as she will be tomorrow. " I was just brilliant in training until you came along". Carl A Hill
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