She looked at him and knew she love him, but deep within her heart she longed for more than he could give. He had given her the best he knew how to give, but that was never enough to make love last. She wanted and needed the gentle touch of his hand to brush softly against her face, she longed for his embrace in the middle of the night just to assure her he would always be there for her. But she knew that would never come from him. Although he did love her, it was in a way, his upbringing and rough family back ground had not instilled those kinds of characteristic within his heart. What his ideal of love was did not come close to fulfilling her dreams of a lover or a husband. So within her heart she cried out for him to be the lover she had always wanted, but those screams of passion where never heard by his soul. She grew up and wiser in her young years and out grew what she once called the love of her life. She moved on and he moved out. Her sorrow finally passed and she found a new love that was not the cowboy type that she was accustom to, but a strong gentle man whose hands held her close in the night and his words fail softly against her heart to let her know she was and would always be the love of his life.
~Thomas Don Williams