If only you could see with my eyes

Oh how often I wish you could see yourself with my eyes. See the shining spirit in your eyes, see every single freckle that makes you so unique, see your oh so gentle hands and your fragile figure - soft and beautiful, just like a flower. In me grows the need to protect you. Protect … Continue reading If only you could see with my eyes



No tears. No war. No hatred. No death. No jealousy. No mourning. There is a place where this will come true. Some people call it Utopia. I call it heaven.  Yes, I believe heaven is for real. © An Overthinker