For a long time I’ve wished I could write
about anything other than despair.
For a long time you and I
Have been developing these feelings,
Nurturing them with time and effort
Like water and sunlight to a seed.

With warmth and substance
They bloomed,
Radiant petals burst throughout my chest,
Through the very core of my being.
And suddenly I don’t feel like writing
About despair the way I used to.

Suddenly I find myself struck
With inspiration remembering your skin.
How my fingers crest the valleys and peaks
Of your beautiful form,
And I find myself wishing that I could write
About the opposite of despair.

I find myself wishing that I could write
About the hope and happiness I’ve found,
About who and what
Brought me back to the light
And made me wish that I could write
Poems that made you smile instead of cry.

And suddenly it doesn’t feel so hard
Anymore.
I don’t find myself wishing that I could write,
Because the words fall out of me
And onto the page
When I think about you.