Happy Birthday, Kayla!!
You're 18! You've certainly matured.
We've known each other for almost 4 years, Kayla. We've been through the good times and the bad times. In all strength, we pushed until we thought we'd break the mold which is our image of life, love, and happiness. We have never let each other slip away back into darkness. We were at the beginning of a tunnel of darkness and we ran towards the light at the end. Within the darkness of the tunnel, we've felt the thick fog of darkness. Chaos surrended us for a long time. In many ways, our lives are essentially indentical on the fact of our simliar loses and failures. But in this be without you? Half a person. Someone who will continue to be lost in this world which holds a secret beauty. This beauty was only revealed to me by your outlook and perspective on what can be enjoyed. I've discovered in your knowledge to just sit back with and enjoy the warming sight of the sunset. To embrace the melody of when the rain falls from heaven. In all honesty, your eyes, the windows of your soul, excite and arouse such passion and reality in my being.
Your kiss is like the greatest fruit of the trees in the Garden of Eden. It brings me an everlasting experience of ecstasy. Your voice is calming and holds a tune of the most wonderful symphony. You orchestrate a blueprint in our reality which only exists between the both of us. In the past years, I've seen you grow and develop into a woman worthy of undying and unmatchable praise. You're the flower that sits in the desert among the chaotic and distrustful thorns. You blossom, bloom, and perk up the the dead valley into a escapable oasis. I'm walking and struggling through this world like a harsh and unyielding desert. I found you and I've found refudge and a thirst that is able to be quenched. It's been a long since we've been together physically. The long winter is over and the spring is coming into being.
For, lo, the winter is past; The rain is over and gone; The flowers appear on the earth; The time of the singing of birds is come, And the voice of the turtle-dove is heard in our land; The fig-tree ripeneth her green figs, And the vines are in blossom; They give forth their fragrance. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away. O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock, In the covert of the steep place, Let me see thy countenance, Let me hear thy voice; For sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely. - Song of Songs 2:11-14
Creatures of the world announce a new, refreshing beginning from the dead winter. Spring is ahead of us and I love more than I did yesterday. The trees rippen with new fruits and leafs. I miss your voice, sight, all of which is sweet and lovely. I want to see you and I cannot wait. Even though winter has put out the warmth of the world, our love has not cooled. We are still hot for each other and will continue to warm our love until it burns like a consuming fire. Since the beginning of the world, God has set and elected individuals to be together and share life. Only those two can complete half of their souls. The match is perfect and unbreakable.
On the way into this world, our soul was born in two
Searching for you, I been searching for you
Where ya been, where ya running to
Where ya got to go, what ya got to do
Don't care where were goin, just wanna be with you
Put your head on my shoulder, tell me what you been through
When I lose my focus, you remind me of the truth
Lift us up to the heavens, for a birds eye view
[Chorus:]
One woman for me Other half of my soul, you're my queen
One woman for me Other half of my soul, roots of my tree
We could forget about Gallus for a while, our troubles for a while
Sometimes I look at you and just smile, sit in the park and just laugh all day
Sometimes I just lose it with the things that you say, waiting by the subway
But we missed the train, well take the next one if you can pull me away
Keep me cool down to earth, and no anxiety
Stay modest with the humble heart always
[Chorus]
We don't need no umbrella when we're walking in the rain
Sunlight or clouds, it’s all the same
Don't need no umbrella, when we're walking in the rain
So smart and sharp, oh so lovely And a beauty shine bright, yes you're there for me
Keep the ways of our fathers, how it use to be Moving forward, don't mean erase our history
Look to your ways, and see a girl who wants to do the right thing
Dedicated to a life, bigger than you or me Build a temple in our hearts, for his majesty
Stay simple, serve god, and keep our feets clean.
Unique Is My Dove - Matisyahu.
You're going to be 18 soon, Kayla. You've grown up so much and I've been observing you closely. Happy Birthday, baby girl. May God bless you and keep you. He's certainly blessed us in so many ways we cannot comprehend. I thank God everyday that you're mine and how precious you are. I love you, Kayla. More than words can explain but that doesn't mean I cannot try and accomplish in this form. This letter is from the man who truly loves you and he always will. Be mine, Kayla Bolton. Nicholas Sicignano needs you, loves you, and will always care for you.
Ktfa befaaina
Ktfa befa ina
u \tfnb eNib itior Nk Mihfhe Nib hnsfsk
Mirise ris
As a lily among thorns, So is my love among the daughters.
Song of Songs 2:2
