As I sit here, my drowsiness heavy,
I find myself hearing a warm and bright medley.
It stutters and stops, yet the brilliance shines through,
you fill the air with such beautiful hues.

My words always fall flat in horrible ways,
a poet who struggles with word choice for days.
I've heard all your struggles at late night in bed,
I wish I could fix it, I'll try till I'm dead.

A broken record saying "thank you" too much,
I love you, you're so pretty, I'll say them as such.
I know times are hard, you wish you could give up,
darling I'll hold you till we've had enough.

I promise there's happiness hiding around,
waiting eagerly for it to be found.
I feel like a burden and act like one too,
but babe I'm learning to love me like you do.

So with this last verse, I'll speak bluntly and clear,
I'm thankful I have you, I still need you here.
The struggles you've faced might not be erased,
but we will find joy in this dark wretched place.