To me, Will is more than a name. This is what it means to me:
W is for the softest whisper in the sweetest breeze of spring.
I is for the icy chill that goes down my spine when you spare me a small glance my way.
L is for the look my penetrating eyes give you when you turn away from me; when I want most for you to stay close to me.
And L is for the unconditional and irrevocable and irrational love I feel for your soul.
Without you, my heart is silent. You arethe only one who has touched my heart and it will always be yours. You are my only love. I've left my heart with you; look over it closely. It's your only responsibilty. Protect it from all harm. You are the only one who who ever has and ever will touch my soul. And it too is yours.
Your curly brown hair is the image that haunts by dreams. The fluff is softer than the petals of a rose.
Each little freckle on your face is like a word left unsaid to me. Oh, how I wish I could read each message to decode each of your thoughts.
You blue eyes. What could I say? At times they are hard. As solid as ice; which only adds to the chills you send. And at times they are warm. As deep and bright blue as the Mediteranian Sea.
You're unbelievebly smart but yet so very clueless every time I sit next to you. You can solve any equation and yet you cannot seem to see what is write in front of you. Some thing as true as the day as long. Something as beautiful as heaven. Something as secret as a diary.