Fighter

Thu, 12/26/2013 - 10:25 -- kkearns

I find myself slowly wondering away,

Thinking back to that day.

You stood alone, then I knew,  

I knew you were mine,

I wanted your hand, your hand in mine,

I wanted your eyes, your eyes looking into mine,

I wanted you, most of all.

 

Late nights together, us, the best of friends.

Friends, I hated that word.

But it kept me next to you, and that’s what I wanted.

I stayed with you through thick and thin,

Hoping that you knew how much you meant,

And that I’d never let you go.

 

When I was in my best dress, and you in your tie,

We walked hand in hand, music playing loudly,

I smiled at you and you at me, and I knew.

As we walked out, it began to rain.

Raindrops fell across your face, as you lean into me.

Your lips touched mine, and I knew,

I knew you felt the same.

 

Months gone by, and still your mine,

And I could never want anything more.

Trees go up, with lights so bright, and the tinsel sparkling.

My door opens, you, standing there, arms open,

I run to your embrace.

 

As snow falls down around the colored lights you pull me in.

The smell of you is so familiar, your eyes, so brown.

I look into them and you in mine,

You whisper, “I love you.”

“You love me?” I say still in surprise.

“Yes.” 

 

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