I'll never really know
why she's chosen me
to love me
to know me.
to hold me up.
But I trust her.
With my heart,
my love,
my truth,
my pain,
my joy,
my passion,
I will give her all of me.
A flower,
so bewitching,
my eyes have never before held,
but will carry in my mind now forever.
She gives me love
like I will never know again.
It surrounds me and the world
knows it,
can practically touch it.
She's a mystery and I
could gladly spend my whole life trying to,
yet never,
solve her.
Effortlessly
She has drawn me in,
made me hers.
November twenty-ninth will never be
the same.