Sifting, sorting, organising,
Through old memories, old project files.
I see who I'm becoming
Through years of trials.
Each notch, each 'partner'
Left her lessons, her...effects;
Taught me to be wiser, to be cautious...
Now left with a heart less than perfect; full of defects.
Looking at her now, as she sleeps by my side
I can't help but let out a smile that's a bit too wide.
I was brash and quick tempered
Now, with her affection, my aggression is tempered.
There was so much, before, that I could say in poetry.
Now, I struggle to find even the simplest words to say,
Fearing that none of what I write can ever portray
Just how amazing she is in any conceivable way.