Together, in a sea of black and white flowers,
we listen to the seconds tick by.
They tick away almost as fast as my heart beats.
As we lie so near each other,
gazing into each others eyes I can't help but smile.
You, oh you.
You laugh that adorable awkward laugh of yours,
the one that sounds just like everything good in the world.
But you stop when you see that I can't take my eyes off of you.
You slide just a bit closer to me as you ask "What is going on?".
Sleep is dragging me under like an anchor into the ocean,
and the only words I could utter were "I think I like you".
I close my eyes and hang on just long enough to hear you say
*"Good, because I've already fallen."

Feelings developed.
I tried not to let them.
You marched right in
and tore down my walls.
But you did it so gently..
like no one ever has before.
With that kiss you took half,
but the other is still mine.
*For now

Dear John,
You have kept her alive,
The love of my life.
I could never show what
Gratitude I have
Other than giving you thanks
On this day.
She is my love,
My darling sweet girl.
And you did my job
Before I even came around.
Thank you for keeping her here,
Because if she was not,
Where would I be?
Who would I be?

Thank you and happy birthday, John.

Yes, son, this is another letter to you.
I can never find enough words,
so I each letter is a continuation.

--

Dearest John,

Words cannot describe
what you mean to me.
You, your mannerisms, your music...
Everything about your life
kept me
from ending my own.
"Thank you" is an understatement.
You kept me alive
and because of you,
I met the girl
who's captured my heart.
I'm happier than I've ever been
and I have you to thank.

You. Saved. Me...
My life resides
in the grooves of
your first edition albums
stacked on my shelf.