After a storm, you wish for calmness.
After any pain, you wish that it would fade.
After a gloomy moment, you wish for a better day.

And after you.
What else do I need?
When you're blessing me?

My prayers, was answered the day, I found you.
Then others say, after you found me.
They point to the smile shining better upon my face.
That your loving and understanding erased the hurt.

And they go on to say, after you.
I could never locate another better than you.

That after you.
I would be a fool to ever leave you.
Or have you depart from me.

You're a rare kind.
You're a rare beauty.
And it has nothing to do with the physical.
In various ways, I know I would be miserable.
Yes, after you.