My pen has been paused for a while.
Thrown on my desk as if it never learned how to fly.
My words held closely not shared.
Empty notebooks crying for ideas full of emotion.
Time had come to rest my mind.
Take in all that we'd shared all that was lost.
In grief I've cried ,in joy I've laughed.
The pages of that story from long ago finally read.
New emotions that cannot be contained in lines emerged
Sitting in my heart beating them selves into reality.
This fairytale is still weaving it's magical web of you and me.
Encasing us in loves heartbreaking beauty.
My pen calls to me come you have much still to tell.
Maestro there are literally no words that can express
My love,respect,trust and devotion.
Happy birthday.
Te Amo
