The 8

A voice that is never raised,

Hands that hold mine tight enough to protect, but loose enough to let me hang on to who I am.

A laugh that is contagious,

Eyes that are a soft brown warm enough to trust, but deep enough love.

A hold that is protective,

A walk that is quick enough to lead, but always lets me to go first.

A love that is forever,

A soul who could be with anyone, but every day chooses me.

<3 M.