• I was a baby bird, falling. I felt as though I hit every branch one my
    way done. I hit the ground, thinking I was as low as I could go. Then,
    you jus came out of no where and stole me. I wasn't expecting, or even
    hoping to be saved, but I was. A beautiful, gental, slender figure
    reached out a hand. I had to options; one, fight the feeling to be
    lifted up for the fear of being dropped again. Or, I could take my
    chances with the hand. Now, that hand has helped me to grow my wings
    and fly.


    You swooped in, silently, stealthly. You looked at everything in the
    room. Money, guns, jewls, nothing gracious of your touch. Then, you
    spoted it. You moved like a spy in her own home land; confedent,
    fimliar with the terrain. You walked up to the target. You sat down,
    your eyes locking. He was frightful and scared. You weren't. You
    touched his chest and with that simple act of love and passion, you
    had his heart. You might as welled had it wrapped up and paided for
    already.
    That's when I smiled.

    Your heat and passion was something the poor dreamed and the kings
    begged for. Your beauty and gace was what softened stone and made
    feathers envious. The stars refused to twinkle during the day, fearing
    compention with your eyes; a fight the could never win. Your smile, a
    prize that could only be won in blood. I feel as though, when I wake
    up, it's a misson to win you, but at night when I lay my head, I
    relized that I already won you. Then I relized: your were not a prize
    to be won. You were a prize to be givin. And I thank you for blessing
    your self to I...