What                                                             ­   I
if the                                                           never
waves                                                      ­   want to
  get                                                         ­      stop
bigger                                                      ­  making
   to                                                            mem­ories
make                                                         with you
  you                                                       and know that
stronger.                                                   ­   hearts
                                                       ­            like ours
   Today                                                       are not
  is gonna                                                  designed
 ­   be a                                                          to beat
  good day                                                  separate
   ­   and                                                           ­ for
  here's why:                                                 long.
                                                           ­           
                                                                ­       They
   because                                                      been­
    you're                                                    ma­de that
     you                                                            wa­y.
and that's                                                    
   enough.                                                  I count the
                                                        syllables of your laughter
Good things                                                 and                        
    happen                           ­            wait for the line breaks of       
My love is real                                 your long deep breaths.
    we will                                   
    be okay.                                                            ­                                 
                                                           I may be a writer but
                                                             ­  you are a poem
                                                            ­  and you spill out
                                                          lik­e ink onto the paper
                                                           ­       of our days.
                                                           ­                                  Jon York  2019