You and I have something good, it's something that I hold on to, something that I can count on and rely, it's something that has value.
I have no flowery words to make you think of spring nor the flare to sit with goddesses. Nor as a wanderer do I want you to follow, nor change your course.
I do want to watch you rise, magnify your every leap, catch the sunshine on your face and maybe one day I could make you smile, one day I would not have to wait.
Mostly, I wonder,
if your past is so overwhelming that the present is on the side lines waiting to be noticed?
I wonder if you will ever be as happy with me as I am with you?
Yet, there are so many shoulders, so many chapters that you look over.
So many things that are loosely knotted that in essence this latch, I have, will always be on hold.