My mind wanders back,
to one year ago,
to the night that we met,
and your radiant glow.
I told you I loved you,
that night as we kissed,
and we both saved each other,
from that dark, cold abyss.
Life was unfair,
to us it had seemed.
Forced to live lives,
that were terrible dreams.
A life without you,
for twenty three years,
making mistakes,
that now seem so clear.
Mistakes that taught me,
that love’s not enough.
Mistakes that taught me,
that even “perfect” is rough.
Our love became rocky,
as you became scared,
and at times I lost faith,
wondering if you cared.
But that promise I made,
to myself that first night,
to never let you go,
without a fight.
I promised I’d save you,
and show you how love could be.
How it felt to be loved,
unconditionally.
You have hurt me, it’s true,
and made me question the truth,
but I never, not once,
lost my faith in you.
Because no matter the fight,
and no matter the lie,
I still see my angel,
that’s buried inside.
The angel you show,
when you think I can’t see.
When you’re giggling and smiling,
and simply care-free.
That’s the woman I’ve loved,
since the day we first met.
A woman with strength,
that she hadn’t found yet.
So remember sweetheart,
that perfect is flawed.
We’ve made it this far,
and we’re still standing tall.
Love’s just a word,
that could never describe,
the way you make me feel,
when I look in your eyes.
The feelings you give me,
and the warmth in my heart,
and the sadness and pain,
when we are apart.
So now as I’m thinking back,
I can’t help but grin,
because there’s not one thing I’d change,
if I could do it again.
I was going through some old papers tonight and I found this poem that I wrote to my ex-wife ten years ago. This is a poem that I never shared with her, but through all the pain and grief of what has happened the message remains, I wouldn’t change the years that we shared.
