The Soapbox | Where South Africans Speak Out

You wouldn’t notice her deep green eyes unless she’s staring straight into your own. She looks directly into mine, and she sees the colour where my deepest pain melts into my greatest wish. I’m captivated by the delicate power of her presence, my heart beating out a rhythm of fascination.

She believes in all the magic of hopes and dreams, and she’ll fight until it proves true. -Not so that you’ll agree, but to inspire your hear never to give up on its truest wish. Her eyes sing of honesty, and I trust her with everything that I am. Her heart holds my secrets; and there’s nowhere else I’d have them be.

Her smile sparkles as she dances around the room, whimsical and unaware of how she enchants me. Her voice is soaked with passion, her words sincere; her yes always yes, her no always no. She is unashamedly and completely certain of who she is, ever true to her deepest love.

I see her walk towards me, her eyes still heavy with early-morning dreams, and I can’t imagine anything more beautiful. She leans into me, comfortable and safe; closing her eyes, breathing me in. I hold her close and listen to her heartbeat against mine.

She makes me smile from the truest part of my heart. Everything is brighter as she greets the day with a sweet whisper. ‘Goodmorning’ warms my shirt, fades into my chest. My heart screams “you mean the world to me.” I am hers completely. And by some miracle her heart is mine. Forever and always. Incredible and powerful. This is our love.

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