"Now the name of this page might confuse, but trust me you gotta know who this page is created for!"
This page is dedicated to my grand friend, Susan.
Refer to me as Timothy, the soul writer of these passages.
Simply saying that she treats me to royalty is not even enough to just stop now. By saying she gives me hope and passion though my veins is not hardly enough to satisfy this essay. All that I am saying now is that Susan rewards my actions by being a noble, energetic, and a very genial friend that is for keeps- now 'n' forever.
Meadows, Oceans, and Mountains
Deep in the meadows, away at the sea, and on top of the mountains are all I choose to be.
To dance in the meadows, to walk along beaches, and to climb up the mountains are perhaps suitable for me.
To search in the meadows, to gather along shores, and to explore the mountains are all I choose to do.
Breath in the meadows, live along the ocean, and endure the mountains are all perhaps suitable for you.
To hold in the meadows a solemn vow, to allow calmness next to the sea, and to perform brilliantly atop the mountainside are all I choose now.
To glance in the meadows for a moment, to observe the waves for a second, and to look over the mountains for a hanosecond are perhaps suitable for bows.
To giggle in the meadows as a sign of joy, to splash in the rivers as a boy, and to run along the mountain creating moments of shear freedom are all I choose to do.
To enchance the light in the meadows with the sun, to configure the marks left on sandy beaches, and to make the mountains show their true colors are perhaps suitable for me.
Bounce onto the meadows with pure delight, jump into the ocean blue that seems to be so true, and to head up the mountain side at high-speed are all I choose to do.
Nudging my thigh in the meadows showing great passion, quivering me in the waves draws my body 'n' soul, and providing me strength up the mountain of time are perhaps suitable for you.
To wonder in the meadows under a limb, to ponder on the beach upon sand castles, and to become fonder upon the mountain are all I choose to visualize.
To imagine in the meadows while seeing the antelope play, to pretend among all the waves that creatures live on, and to focus your heart on top the mountain are perhaps suitable to memorize.
To walk in the meadows while observing the crops grow, to gather near the beach as the birds begin to crow, and to search on the mountain where my soul never lets go is all I choose to know.
To plead for the meadows to be free from forces as high as a tower, to make the beaches secure from any shameful creature that destorys one's chances of power, and to rupture past through mountains only to survive are perhaps suitable for now.
To groan in the meadows as the elder man, to moan near the waterside being just a lad, and to loan some help up a mountainside as a gentleman is all I choose to do.
To mingle in the meadows behind a shadow of doubt, to bounce around in the ocean though every sand castle, and to quiver in the mountain under a cave is perhaps suitable to know.
To tackle in the meadows with a dear friend, to snorkel in the deep blue with a friend who is so true, and to urge up the the mountain right beside your friend is all I choose from you.
To play cheerfully in the meadows with a special companion, to cuddle in the salty ocean with a dear friend, and to wrap arms around the mountain thinking of a loyal buddy is perhaps suitable for me.
To always praise in the meadows over a graceful ceremony, to never drown in the sea over just a selfish reason, and to draw close to the mountain for means of support is all I choose to think.
To always pray in the meadows with peaceful offerings, to never harm the sea and its creatures with grace, and to fulfill wishes by doing more than you can do are perhaps suitable for winks.
To ruffle over the grassy meadows in great pursuit of caress, to play cheerfully in the ocean being ever so nude, and to hold close along the mountain so one doesn't fall is all I choose to do.
To gallop over the meadows with your deep heart 'n' soul, to swirm along the waters of the beaches just being forever gracious is all you do, and to mingle on the mountainside with pure sunshine hitting eyes are perhaps suitable for becoming blind.
