She
knew it too,
saw through me and saw what I could be,
read me like a book but all the same she took the time to try to understand what made me tick.
She
was quick off the mark,
cut like a beam of light into the dark that I knew and now she knew me too,
and she whittled me away,stole into the start of each day and made it brand new,I knew then what to do,
but she always knew,
and now we are two,one upon one going on and knowing as we go along that things are as good as they get.
Yet they get better,each word that I speak,each letter I build in a sentence that's filled with her name on my lips and each breath that I take,
she takes me away,makes it all feel okay, as she steals into my life at the start of each day.
She knew that too and now,
so do I.