8/4/2003

You are the one

I'm writing you this poem,
but it's one you'll never see.
Because I cannot tell you
just how much you mean to me.

You're the one who understands
the demons that I fight,
you're the one who likes to read
the rubbish that I write.

You're the one who understands
and loves me just the same,
you, who gives unselfishly,
with nothing to be gained.

You're the one who sticks by me
when I have lost my mind,
and helps me very gently
once again the words to find.

You're the one I want to love
with all my heart and soul,
you, who took my breath away,
and too, whose heart you stole.