Fighter
I find myself slowly wondering away,
Thinking back to that day.
You stood alone, then I knew,
I knew you were mine,
I wanted your hand, your hand in mine,
I wanted your eyes, your eyes looking into mine,
I wanted you, most of all.
Late nights together, us, the best of friends.
Friends, I hated that word.
But it kept me next to you, and that’s what I wanted.
I stayed with you through thick and thin,
Hoping that you knew how much you meant,
And that I’d never let you go.
When I was in my best dress, and you in your tie,
We walked hand in hand, music playing loudly,
I smiled at you and you at me, and I knew.
As we walked out, it began to rain.
Raindrops fell across your face, as you lean into me.
Your lips touched mine, and I knew,
I knew you felt the same.
Months gone by, and still your mine,
And I could never want anything more.
Trees go up, with lights so bright, and the tinsel sparkling.
My door opens, you, standing there, arms open,
I run to your embrace.
As snow falls down around the colored lights you pull me in.
The smell of you is so familiar, your eyes, so brown.
I look into them and you in mine,
You whisper, “I love you.”
“You love me?” I say still in surprise.
“Yes.”