You

You stole my pain and implanted faith and hope with no mirrors or smoke. Each morning I wake is like a jail break, I'm imprisoned in bed next to my angels face. Breakfast in bed, lunch on the lake, sex in the woods then for dinner a steak. Slow walk's in the rain pacing conversation around the thunders sound. Back to the ground, eyes to the sky, hearts as one, inhibitions aside. Focused on not concentrating, concerned without worry, everything to do but in no hurry. Don't know if they look, who cares if they stare, in a sea of these people it's just me and you there. A corn field at night, a stream in the morning, a day in the house and no moment's boring. Today's a new day can't dwell on the past, but every day passed is as great as the last. And it gets better....... -LIV