It might seem strange to say, that I loved you before you were born - but I dreamed of you....I remember it well, I remember the warm liquid amber of your sunlit eyes; the smell of your skin as you drifted on by.I could feel your voice like a tender caress; follow the patterns that flowed on your dress.
And when I was 15 I prayed you'd exist, I drew a pencil picture of you which I frequently kissed.
It never seemed wrong, or strange, in my mind - I knew you were coming and that you would be easy to find....
TBC
