I love you, but I do not always have the words
to express just what that means.
If I did, I am not sure you would understand;
my words are in English, a language we partly share.
But even if you never understand, there are things which should be said.
I want you to know that we are not a love song
and I love that fact;
you do not make me weak, you leave me strong.
Yes, I am stronger because of you.
I am wiser because of you.
Before you, I think that my eyes were half shut
and I walked through life that way.
There was a sadness that I cannot place.
The clouds lifted when I met you.
Will I ever close my eyes again
after watching you shine so bright?
I think I did–and it was a mistake.
I was bad then, bad to you,
bad for you and not what you deserved.
The pain was palpable
and my regret a ghost, haunting me.
I don’t know any love poems–
least not the kind that tend to come to mind
when thinking about love, thinking about romance;
no roses nor violets, no red nor blue.
But I think I am writing something beautiful with you.
Perhaps it is prose.
I am thankful to your God that I met you,
and thankful for all the “mistakes” I ever made
which ultimately led me to you.
Looking back now, I see that nothing went wrong;
life righted itself, as it tends to do.
With you, nothing is ever certain,
yet it somehow always is;
I could float away with you
but still know where I would fall.
I fell for you.
I’d fall with you–
with you, my love.