kiitykat18

I wish only to see Ryan smile when I do something sweet for him.

DOn't teach our children WHAT to think. Teach our children HOW to think.

Time's Bliss

Yes you could say we've had a chance
To carefully take somewhat of long lasting glance
Of what we're to plan for our future
For what time has exactly put up in store
After heavily studying our count down to re-unite
I've come to find the bliss of time making it fly by
Time has its ways of slowing when it is in grief
Then it turns, playing games. When in fun, it speeds
These past few weeks, a book I wrote in honor of our love
This book contains my thoughts my feelings in all of the above
Your time to come here counts down fast
To a perspective I've beaten time's game of the past
This book grows thicker each day we grow closer
When the day you arrive comes you'll see what I boast for
I found a way through us, to make time grow cold
To make it want to clench its fists watching us grow old
To continue my work with your arrival as the deadline
To finish my book with the memories of our lost time

BY: Kat Knutsen 2003

Ryan makes me feel like a volcano. Every time he walks into the room, a big smile erupts from inside.