But I, being poor, have only my dreams.
I have spread my dreams under your feet; tread softly, because you tread on my dreams.
- William Butler Yeats
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Seven months ago, I met a man.
He was tall, handsome, well built and possessed a quiet confidence.
As I watched him, palpable was the unspoken strength, quietly emanating from him.
Seven months later, he is now my fiancee.
I have spent hours and days with him.
I have learned vast amounts, both about him, as well as myself.
When I close my eyes,I picture his smile, slightly crooked. off-center.
A perfect foil for his personality.
I blink and my eyes rest closed once again; this time...I feel his arms.
I feel at home,safe and secure in his warm embrace.
I breath deeply and immediately am enveloped by his scent, a smell that signals to me that I belong.
In but a few days time, I will be his wife, Insha'Allah.
I have fallen in love, deeply and fully.
He is my beacon,my bastion,my anchor,my moor.
I offer my heart and my body, with a promise to work alongside him towards success in all endeavours.
Ours is a journey but just begun, one I look forward to undertaking with every fibre of my being.
