The Gift of You

We met.
We talked.
We laughed.
And we fought.

But as the days went by
and the look in your eye
never changed
My heart became yours.

As your thumb brushed over my lips
and your breath wrapped me in warmth
I knew.
You were the one.

At first I didn’t see
How simply in love I could be
With being yours.

But I knew
As my words started to fail me
And yet everything became an opportunity for poetry
That life had given bountifully.
That life had finally given me
Something I so desperately prayed to see.
It gave me you.