Night crawls on through,
moon in its wake
stars lining up behind
all present
something so
beautiful.
A gift of nature
once forgotten
and lost many a time,
years stared and
forgotten thank-yous
left in empty bowls.
Apologies ripped
and shredded,
torn apart
hoped and wished to be
but never came
all try to fire up
and haunt my dreams.
You wouldn't let them.
What have I done to deserve you?
That you can still
bear to look at my face.
What have I done to deserve you?
I won't complain, of course.
I love you.