Long before I met him, I knew his marvelous voice, his wonderful smile, his thrilling touch and his passionate ways from the dreams I had of him before our actual paths merged.

Long before I met him, I knew he would offer to me a love unlike any I had ever before known, a love that is giving, yet is also taking, extracting the best from me.

Long before I met him, I knew this man’s very being would take my breath away, but would somehow magically infuse my exhausted essence with a miraculous, rejuvenating breath that defies human explanation.

Long before I met him, I knew when the time came for me to actually lay eyes upon him; the very sight of this man would cause my knees to weaken, nevertheless, providing me with a Herculean type of strength to conquer the adversities and perils that are a part of life.

Long before I met him, I knew he would be the greatest love of my life, fueling a fire of passion within me that would burn with an eternal flame.

Long before I met him, I knew no one could ever deter me from loving him, and my love for him would not cease, nor do anything but grow with each passing moment.

Long before I met him, I knew his very existence would provide me with seemingly boundless inspiration.

Long before I met him, I knew his love would cause my head to spin like a Ferris wheel, but impart the security of a solid foundation.

Long before I met him, I knew I was thankful for something that had not yet happened.

Long before I met him, I truly loved him.

© 2002, Wanda L. Harrell