You are the best part of being Mrs. Bodtcher

I have stopped writing before-

so carefully concealing my thoughts away,

in hopes to avoid another heartbreak.

With all my ambition buried,

you were the last thing I could imagine.

I use to go to strange places

so I could be enfolded

in strange sounds, strange views, strange smells, strangers.

With the emotions lacking of sensation,

youth didn’t seem so hard to let go.

If I could clarify to you what it felt like,

so you would understand

in complete detail, I would.

Without any hopes or aspirations or desires,

you just forget how to put on a pretty face.

I use to be

so surrounded

in a hundred different immense emotions,

within this diminutive character.

You could say all I wanted was goodbye.

I adore the sense of change

so much, because it reminds me of second chances.

In the sense that all can be forgiven

with forgiveness, sympathy, and compassion,

your essence grows from challenges.

I love the warmth from the sun, and the feelings of

soft embrace and surprises and safety,

infinite and unconditional respect.

without a doubt,

you make me feel all these things and more.

I wish I could convey to

someone, anyone, maybe everyone

in train or on a bus,

with or without green eggs and ham, how

you placed together all my puzzle pieces.

I have struggled and skirmished

so to find some kind of flaw

in your flawless perfection.

Without being too demanding,

You said “believe.”

I wanted everything to do with you,

so I believed

in all your words, and thoughts, and dreams.

With sincere words,

you confessed,

“I can’t imagine where I’d be without you

so please take my hand, and let’s run

into the glowing sunset

with intentions of never looking back;

You are the best thing that’s ever been mine”

I’m brought to my knees,

So grateful for all you’ve helped me see.

Inspiration pulses through my arteries,

with deliverance from

you.

I have this faith,

so strong and sure

in everything to do with eternity

with

you.

I know it’s silly, but

sometimes my thoughts are formed

in concerns of you forgetting.

With frequent promptings, I hope

you never fail to remember that

I’m

so

in love

with

you.