You were the one nice thing in my story.
The day we met, I knew
The day we kissed, I loved you.
I told it all to you
My whole story sad and true
And let you take or leave me.
You took me.
I took you.
Our love started so high above any other couple I ever even heard about.
Both parents divorced
No couples remaining...
And we kept it up.
One nice thing about you
Is that part is easy.
But when things are easy
They get taken for granted
And sometimes ...you take me for granted
And I can't remember the last time I wrote you a love poem.
Couples often blame each other for the lives they lead. I see that in the other's pitfalls.
I blame you though because it IS you
You, my partner, my spouse, my wife, my life
You hold the keys to my happiness in a way I never would have forgiven before
When I gave you me.
When I took you.
And more importantly you hold the keys to the happiness of my happiness.
We built this life from fun and love and laughter into kids having fun, being loved, and laughing
But they're not laughing at you or me
It's we.
It's us that surround them with all we got every day
all day
all day
Not five days a week or the weekend.
And I blame you because this is not a nice part of this story.
People don't actually take each other. They corcle each other. They trap each other!
We kept this up.
This dance. This undulation. This ...
...And then you say
one.
nice.
thing.
And I feel the heat of your hand on the small of my back
And all I can feel again is love.
