Collecting treasures

I collect treasures, or at least i like to think that.

On the palm of my hand i hold the memories of days gone by, of emotions i've over come of smiles and tears and a whole lot more. In my heart i hold the faces of the very many who have left their footprints in my life, from those who tread gently to those who stamped. In my memory i collect these treasures and hold on to them as if my life depended on it. So yes, i do collect treasures- treasures of life and love and hope.....

Some of my most poignant memories of recent past is dedicated to that one person who found his way into my heart. He has its key and even if he has thrown it once in awhile, he never threw it too far to reach. His smile makes me all whooshy inside, his lips make my tummy grumble, his eyes makes me lose myself. He is a weaver- weaver of dreams and words. He can do anything and get away with it, just by his craftiness of words- and he knows it, which isn't that great. With his hands he can bring out feelings i never knew i had, show me a world where only we exist. The warmth of his body wraps me up in a blanket of love his hands protecting me from the world; his heart beating a rhythm that matches my own. And if someone ask me what i like to do best, i like to sit next to him with my ear on his heart listening to its low drawn song. I like to snuggle in- heart to heart. I like to feel his chest on my back, his arms holding me tight- most of all i like being next to him, with him and love him.

He brings out feelings i never knew. Makes me want to take risks i would never have taken. He makes me scared of my own self but with him everyday is an experience. 

So i collect the treasures of you and me and will hold on to them till the end of time. I wouldn't know if i could have you forever or if i want to but i do know that i wouldn't forget you. 

I wouldn't forget my first kiss... I would never forget you... 

You have nestled in well in a place in a quiet place called my soul.