The Non-Shriveling Rose

Preface

When all the great speeches were about politics, development and revolutions. My speeches keeps on taking a different turn to have me speak about love.

I know that when the great orators write their speeches about these topics, they look at the impact, and what a great impact their words have.

Of course I do care about the impact of the words I write and the future speeches that I would give. Yet I tend to focus on the impact on only one person, on the one girl that helps me be, progress and improve.

If I don't speak about her my body seems to rebel, my lips refuses to pronounce the words, as if my lips existed for only two purposes: to speak about her, or kiss her tasty lips.

The best days of my poetry were about her, through love and pain I survived with the thoughts of her on my mind. Having glimpse of the future with her being wrapped between my arms kept my heart beating. While the remaining echoes of her sweet voice helped me find the light inside my darkest days.

For the past two years I kept thinking about this book, I just had the idea of writing a book, but I never came to a conclusion of what this book should be about. Every time I decide to write I fail. I used to be good with words then why I'm stuck with letters that I'm not able to write one word as if I'm playing the most complicated game of scrabble?

I missed the part that this book had to be about her, it had to be about the one thing that keeps me going. Not the introduction not the preface, but the whole book.

I will be more than happy if I complete the first chapter by her birthday, so I can show it to her as a birthday present. Although one present is never enough for the girl who is worth more than every single breath I have in this life.

To my beautiful wife, I write this for you. I love you till the end of my life.