If you could feel
the way you move me,
freight trains are featherweights
beside your pull.

Ten thousand roses,
the richest red as far as the eye can see.
Watch them simply fade
as your smile reaches me.

Still you’re not always beautiful
for you’ve learned how to bruise,
its that side effect of independence
when someone gets too close to you…

You keep your wings so nice and shiny.

I know the softness,
behind defenses, spending time with silliness.
I noticed kindness
beyond compassion, an open heart could not resist.

An ocean swirling deeper
than they thought we’d be
becomes but a drop
of all you are to me.

Although I’m not always strong enough
to do what’s best for you
it’s a side effect of wanting
to have and hold you too…

It’s hard to leave so much behind me.