The Tendrils of Love

The tendrils of love reach out for me as I try to run away, but they reach out and pull me back. There are moments when the fear of loosing you due to my anxious disorder, overwhelms me, but your strong hands reach for me and your sweet whispers remind me of the vow you made that crisp winter day. The strength of the promise to stand by my side no matter what the future brings grows more and more with each passing day. The anxiety that wells within me subsides as you pull me tightly into your chest and rock me gently to the soothing rhythm of your breath. As warm tears slide down my cheeks you lift my face to yours and kiss them away. The cool traces of your lips burn my skin and I close my eyes with longing. The reassurance of your touch resounds through my bones and lite a fire within my soul. Your belief in my character is unparalleled and it makes me long to be the woman you see within me. You remind me that God placed a passion for life in my spirit and with it living and breathing inside me there is nothing I cannot do. I will not let you down and I whisper into your ear,

“Thank you for reminding me.” 

The strength to fight on is inside all of us. Never give up.