The Fire in the Soul
The fire crackled in the fireplace as we snuggled close together, each of us engrossed in a good novel. With every page we turned the warmth of our bodies comforted us. We didn’t have to speak the companionship we shared was clearly evident. And we were so insinc with one another that we turned each page at the same time.
Time passed slowly as we enjoyed our quiet companionship. It was like it was saying this is how it’s supposed to be. No hurry. Nothing to worry about. Only Warmth and the pleasure of being close to one another mattered.
We both stopped reading at the same time and placed the books on the coffee table before turning to one another. The look in our eyes fed the desire we felt. We kissed. And the flames inside us grew.
Our passion, like our love for each other we hoped would continue to grow stronger with each passing year. We prayed that nothing would ever come between us to tear us apart.
But time began to speed up and life did rip that idealic love apart. It took us on different paths and although we found each other again. It was like the flame became a delicate ember that could either go out completely or be fanned into a roaring flame again.
One soul clung to hope. To the idea that was nurtured in the beginning of the relationship. And wondered if the other still had even a speck of that old fire inside. With caution the soul proceeds trying not to move too quickly for fear of chasing it’s idealic love away. Even though it knows its lost love is the only one it could ever see itself with.
By: Karen L Sundtrom - January 21, 2011
Time passed slowly as we enjoyed our quiet companionship. It was like it was saying this is how it’s supposed to be. No hurry. Nothing to worry about. Only Warmth and the pleasure of being close to one another mattered.
We both stopped reading at the same time and placed the books on the coffee table before turning to one another. The look in our eyes fed the desire we felt. We kissed. And the flames inside us grew.
Our passion, like our love for each other we hoped would continue to grow stronger with each passing year. We prayed that nothing would ever come between us to tear us apart.
But time began to speed up and life did rip that idealic love apart. It took us on different paths and although we found each other again. It was like the flame became a delicate ember that could either go out completely or be fanned into a roaring flame again.
One soul clung to hope. To the idea that was nurtured in the beginning of the relationship. And wondered if the other still had even a speck of that old fire inside. With caution the soul proceeds trying not to move too quickly for fear of chasing it’s idealic love away. Even though it knows its lost love is the only one it could ever see itself with.
By: Karen L Sundtrom - January 21, 2011
If a Door Opened...
If a door opened to renew a love once explored
Would you step through that door…
Or would you be afraid to accept that love
Would you hold that love at bay…
Fearful that if it disappeared once it could disappear again
Would you say this can’t be real…
Even if your heart tells you that it is
Would you just walk away…
Not wanting to risk your heart
Would you give this love a chance…
To grow deeper everyday
To blossom into the love…
You hoped it would become that first time around
So if a door opened to renew a love once explored
Would you step trough that door…
And except the love that is offered…
By: Karen L Sundstrom - January 9, 2011
Would you step through that door…
Or would you be afraid to accept that love
Would you hold that love at bay…
Fearful that if it disappeared once it could disappear again
Would you say this can’t be real…
Even if your heart tells you that it is
Would you just walk away…
Not wanting to risk your heart
Would you give this love a chance…
To grow deeper everyday
To blossom into the love…
You hoped it would become that first time around
So if a door opened to renew a love once explored
Would you step trough that door…
And except the love that is offered…
By: Karen L Sundstrom - January 9, 2011