TRAHE

As I walk I wonder, will she?

As I sit I ponder, did she?

As I lie in bed I think, does she?

My heart is bursting with longing for her.

My head is spinning from thinking of her.

My thoughts are of her, and her alone.

My God, please give her to me.

Heart is two that is one.

Heart is muscle that overpowers will.

Heart feels pain when she is gone.

Beats the wild tune.

Beats the drum.

Beats the woods for that which hides.

Beats the blood in my body warming my soul.

I need her, I want her.

I think only of her.

I ache for her laugh, for her smell, her touch.

Think of what could be.

Think of her and me.

Think of happiness, of completeness, of a tree grown from a seed.

Of her I knew much, viewing from a distance, out of touch.

Of love I knew less, except that it was a rush.

Her being, her person, her wishes, wants and dreams.

Her love is all that I need.

As I approached her I felt fear.

As I greeted her I felt fear.

As I said her name I felt fear.

As my heart stopped I asked her out and to my joy she said yes.

My worries were unfounded, my fear unwarranted.

My insecurities gone I knew true happiness.

Love has that affect on you.

Love makes you smile, it makes you laugh.

Love makes the old new, the night bright and the weak strong.

Grows like a flower, it has the ability to heal the hurt.

Grows like a young child learning their worth.

I worried now about what to do, how to proceed.

I didn't understand that I just needed to be me.

Dream walking I went through the day.

Dream walking I found my focus and discovered the way.

Of my love I had no doubts.

Of her love I knew not nor spoke aloud that which was in my mind.

Her heart is her own, to give or to hold.

Her being is her own, to give or to hold.

Her wants, needs and unspoken wishes, her own.

Remembering the night, the movie, the lights.

Remembering the happiness and the feeling that everything was all right.

Remembering her beauty and how it almost blinded my sight.

The night was a success.

The worries were gone.

The dinner sublime.

The walk in the park, the barking of dogs, the geese speaking in a sing song squawk.

Days became nights became days became my life.

Days of bliss, of joy, of her in my life.

Days that I'll always remember.

Days of her laughter, of her songs, of her good nature.

As we gained our trust of each other we discovered that which is often not found.

As we came to understand we found that which cannot be lost.

As we married, we pledged our love forever.

They said she felt no pain, but mine they could see.

They tried to reassure me that she was not really gone, that as long as I remembered her I wasn't alone.

Were that only so.