I'm Finding A Way To Tell You

Romance kicks the heart of us youth and we are forced to ask if this is real. Our thoughts our clouded with the voices of our "supporters" which makes the future hard to see. The keeper's of our soul seem to be the only one's who can understand, the only ones who can touch us and our world seems to slow to a beautiful breath taking experience. We've waited for this day, we've sought after our own memories with our own true loves, and yet we are suppressed with the thought that we still can not handle our own life. There is humor in watching them fight for our future when they have no control. It's the deep breaths and slow steps that has brought us to this place of restless questions and meaningful smiles. Our elegance seems to hold fast to our life and people still have the desire to say, "We don't trust you." There is impossibilities with actually knowing the date and time of our completion, our fairy tale.  Never the less, it's as if we're children learning once again how to try a bow with our shoe laces. Yet, we succeeded and it may not be easier to tie a knot, but success is all we truly know. See, we understand that there is battles that will be fought and love that will be given, but we have never asked for the easy way out.  We simply wanted to fight for what we knew-- for what we know we were made for. The brisk air may hit our face's faster then we expected and we me collide with reality harder then we thought, but this time, someone is holding our hand to the finish line. It's for our laugh, smile, kiss, breath, voice, timing, beauty, hands, words, caring, movement, whispers, eyes, and our love. I wouldn't give credit to them fully, for this excitement, but then again, I would.

I give everything over to You Lord