Make It Real. Poem by Ronald Strickland

The time with her is so amazing, each and every touch I could feel the love. seeing her i could see her beauty and feel the love within her.

The joy of our conversations needed no explanation only what the heart conveyed in feelings of love.

Her touch, love and concern expressed, gave warmth that the soul erupted with the compassion and a place i wanted to be until the end of time.

Why did this have to happy in my dream!