Your touch is the soft petals of blooming spring flowers. Your laugh, are the song birds welcoming in the rising sun. And that smile, is the morning sun. Shedding light and warmth onto the coldness left over from the night. Your arms around me is the warm breeze gracing me with its embrace. Your kisses are the wild flowers in the meadow that surround me and brush against my skin. Those eyes, those beautiful blue green eyes. They are the sparkling ponds nestled between the mountains. You are the adventure I want to explore, the trails I want investigate, the nature I want to get to know. It is your beauty that I want to call home.

The rain falls, like her tears fall to the empty pages. Blankly starring, with her mind so full of thoughts, yet the pages stay empty. A quivering lip, a single tear falls silently down her cheek. Isolated and alone she tries to sort through the mess of words stuck inside. Blankly starring at the tear stained pages, still empty.

Pen in hand, waiting for the thoughts to find their new home. Yet the tear stained pages remain empty. More thoughts rush in, her mind overcrowded. Another silent tear falls, this time in anger. So many words, so many thoughts, SHE JUST WANTS THEM OUT.

But she continues, blankly starring at the tear stained pages. Empty as ever.