#write4soreeyes

to the deepest depths of my soul,

I’ll never be able to tell you

or thank you for making me whole.

You are the reason why I am able

to walk through life with an open heart,

you showed me that I could do it

despite those who tore it apart.

There will always remain a space

with your handprint on my heart,

no amount of distance can erase

not with the expectation that you love me in return;

I hope that you’re happy,

assume you’re doing well;

can’t say that life is tough,

it’s going pretty swell.

Sorry I don’t call you,

or care to text anymore;

I’ve become quite busy,

since I’ve closed this door.

Don’t think my mind will change,

see you in a poem or a song;

I can’t forgive someone,

who thinks they’ve done nothing wrong.

Never thought it’d be too late,

to make up and reconcile;

it turns out I was wrong,

or just living in denial.

I don’t need an apology,

for it wouldn’t really be true;

I’ve said sorry enough,

could mark the last of the “starting place.”

No other firsts may come to be—

just us, unfolding history.

I pass by houses lined in rows,

and wonder if one will be where our love grows.

Our joys, our laughter, our quiet nights—

windows glowing with soft, shared lights.

When you drive my car, I can almost see

the future stretched before you and me.

Could this be how, in the years to come,

we bring home our children when day is done?

Because no road feels right without your hand,

your steady pace, your patient stand.

I thought my path would lead elsewhere,

but it brought me a love—so kind, so rare.

Not always easy, but always true,

you said, “I’d rather face the storms with you.”

In the trenches, the fight feels worthwhile,

when shared by hearts with a kindred smile.

It’s the way you love without a word,

in whispers soft, your truth is heard.

For you remind me, on days I fall,

that I’m loved by God, faults and all.

You never try to fix or heal my scars;

but walk beside me, beneath the stars.

And though the path may twist and wind,

you never falter—you never mind.

The road may rise, the storms may grow,

through rocky valleys, in winter’s snow.

But I’m so grateful, step by step,

to walk beside the heart I’ve kept.

Even if this path leads us far apart,

it’s your name that’s etched on my heart.

And though no map guarantees we’ll stay,

I love you

for all that you are,

and for what is in your heart;

I love you

when we are together,

and when we are apart.

I love you

to do what you desire,

and give you what you need;

I love you

every morning I wake up,

and each night that proceeds.

I love you

and I pray for you,

each and every day;

I love you

enough to be accepting,

and know when to walk away.

I love you

and it doesn’t hurt,

to let you go be free;

I love you

and I always will,

holding me, please don’t let me go;

because this is where I belong,

with you, I feel like I am home.

Tired, you are falling asleep,

our nights together feel so few;

but as you drift into slumber,

you murmur to me, “I love you.”

I know you won’t remember it,

and I’m more than happy to wait;

because I’m falling in love too,

didn’t think it was meant for me.

that I could be so at peace,

and so happy.

that my heart could love,

so much and so deeply.

that my head would quiet,

thoughts so clear.

the hours passed us by;

as we talked through the night,

I began to wonder why.

Why did it take so long

to find one another?

two imperfect people,

perfect for each other.

I loved our second date,

we were both at ease now;

ghost tours, eating pizza,

I was wondering how.

How is it so easy?

we get along so well;

how come you just get it?

it’s like you just can tell.

Our third date was so sweet,

picked me up, and right away;

kissed me from the drivers seat,

like it’d always been this way.

I sometimes overthink,

and question what is true;

but now I am so sure,