Come what may
Eight years ago
“He’s funny, he’s smart, we talk all the time.”
I’d say with a laugh, no reason, no rhyme.
“He’s just a friend,” I’d shrug and grin,
But my heart would start to beat fast when he’d walk in.
Seven years ago
“He’s great, he’s kind, he gets me,” I’d say.
But I’d also complain when he’d pull away.
“He’s busy, it’s fine,” though it wasn’t quite true,
I wanted his time, and he barely knew.
Six years ago
“He’s blind,” they’d say, and I’d just agree.
“He doesn’t see what he means to me.”
I’d vent, “He’s distant, he drives me insane,
But one word from him, and I feel whole again.”
Five years ago
“He’s hot and cold, he’s stubborn, he’s tough,
But God, just his voice, like I can’t get enough.”
I’d talk about nights we’d stay up till two, Hoping he’d feel the same way I do.
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Four years ago
“He called me last night,” I’d say with a blush.
“We talked for hours; my heart’s in a rush.”
But I’d also admit, “He’s slow, he’s unsure,
I wish he’d just tell me what this is for.”
Three and a half years ago
“He’s mine,” I’d say, with a heart so light.
“He loves me now; it feels so right.”
But I’d still complain, “We argue, we fight,
But he always holds me and makes it alright.”
Today
“He makes my heart happy, he knows what I need,
He’s stubborn, he’s loving, he’s all that I plead.
When he walks in the room, my heart skips a beat,
I can’t help but fall, every time we meet.
“He’s mine,” I tell them, my voice so sure,
The years made us stronger, we fought, we endured.
From friends to lovers, we’ve weathered the scars,
And I wouldn’t trade him for all the stars.
”Through every doubt, every tear we’ve cried,
You’re one I trust, the one I’ll confide,
It’s more than fate, more than words we say,
I choose you, now and always, come what may.”
