You Said

You said you wanted to smile,

With every word I write.

To see the letters flow,

From day to darkened night.

You told me that you cried,

Weeping gentle tears,

For all the pain that I have seen,

These three and twenty years.

You proclaimed that I was perfect,

In voice, manner and way.

I replied “You’re beautiful.”

What else could I say?

You declared to me your promise,

To keep me safe from harms.

So in you I trusted,

Myself within your arms.

And now in them I’m resting,

Nestled gently now.

You begin to speak,

I whisper “Not now…”