My End to Sleepless Nights

Nighttime comes and I am ready to fall into bed
With a feeling beyond tired and nearly dead
But as the light goes off and I try to sleep
I lay there awake trying to count sheep
And while I lay there awake with you at my side
All I can think of is you as my wife and my bride
I lay there wondering if you really love me
Or if deep in your heart you wish you were free
Full of questions and self doubt I lay there awake
Quivering with fear that your love is just fake
But you lay there asleep oblivious to my fears
While I finally grow groggy as sleep for me nears
Yet even in sleep I am ravaged by pain
Caused by a fear of losing you and going insane
For me this is my vigil night after night
Praying for your love with all of my might
Wishing and praying to be part of your heart
Only knowing that I have loved you right from the start
So I hope that someday or maybe some night
You will take me in your arms holding me tight
And tell me that you love me
So I can finally sleep

A Sunday Sublime

With soft, restful music playing in the background
You lay napping in the next room.
It is a Sunday sublime . . .
Our home and neighborhood are quiet
As I reflect on recent days and how we have grown closer
And our love for each other has grown.
Most certainly God has blessed us
As we have moved to overcome differences
And bond closer to each other.
Indeed, there are miracles all around us
With our growing affection and love a miracle.
Life is wonderful and sublime
And as I count my blessings
Reflecting on the past and present
I can't help but consider this day
A Sunday sublime . . .

Looking Good and Getting Better

My life of late has seemed like a rollercoaster
With ups and downs
But with each day the ups get bigger
And the downs don't seem as frequent.
Life is getting better
And life is looking good.
I think that I am going to make it.
No. I know that I am going to make it
And that we are going to make it together.
I love you and I love life more than ever!

Legalities and Love #8

What will you do when I'm gone?
You know, gone as in dead in the grave gone.
Will you be happy or will you be sad?
Or will you be relieved and be glad?
What will you do?
Maybe you will find your knight.
You know the one.
The one in shining armor.
Then will you be happy?
But I want to be yours for all eternity.
Not just until death do we part.
I guess that it has to do with defintions.
And with trust and truth.
So, do you love me?
Or, are you just trying to love me?
Just patiently waiting until I'm gone?
And when I'm dead and gone?
What then?
Will it just be until death and we part?
Ot for all eternity?
Oh, those legalities of love!
Will our love be ended when I'm gone?
I hope not.
I pray not.
I hope that you do love me!
Because I truly do love you.
Legality and all, I love you.
And I always will.
But I want you to be happy.
Happy forever and forever.
I just hope I will be that knight.
The one in the shining armor.
And I hope that you discover me soon.
Hopefully, before I am gone.
As in dead gone.
It is said that life is fleeting.
And I feel that mine is.
Fleeting that is.
So I pray for your love.
I love you.

Do You or Don't You?

Do you?
Or don't you?
You know what I'm asking . . .
Don't you?
I want so much
For you to say you do
But the tone of your voice
Often makes me wary that you don't
Making me think that you just say you do
So that you won't hurt me
But if you really don't
You are hurting me . . .
Yet, all I want is for you
To say that you
Love me
And I think
Hope and pray
That you do
Don't you?

Memories, Madness and Love in May

Flowers are blooming
And so are the idiots
All, as the month of May begins . . .
And lets not forget the hormones
Because they are moaning and groaning
As the month of May begins with all of her splendor . . .
All while love struggles along with the budding flowers
To blossum and grow despite late frosts and such
And through it all I continue to love you so much . . .
So much, especially as I remember past memories
Of both the good times and the bad
But mostly of the good
And do my best to nurture
Our struggling love
So that perhaps it may bloom
This Spring
This being my dream
As I contemplate memories
And my madness and our love
In May