by: bud newman
[06.14.03]
we took the new car out for a spin and you tilted that seat back as far as it could bend. i may not have been looking but i'm sure i could see you peek at me while i watched the road intently, attempting to maintain the innocent pretense of quiet slumber. let it be known that i was clued in to your intentions from the beginning; and if it was like a playful game to you, rest assured that i let you win long ago. little did i know that i would be the prize, but to my benefit the bounty was given from another. it was from he who gives so abundantly, the one who gives the true gift of life — and the true gift in life is you, my dear.
of all the poetry and melodious refrain that have told of crashing waves against the cool welcoming sand, none was such a testament to the sheer joy of the night as your heart poured out, beaming with reverence to the lord of element and order. the air was biting in that soft, familiar soothing way, the kind that makes your skin and nerves and tiny hairs all dance in place. our legs, arms, neck and all that could be found to wrap around another simply wrapped around the hope of christ among us. i knew and know and always understand the love you have for him and to a lesser end, your love for me.
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