StrangeLove

How strange it is.....

When before I met you
I was resigned to a life without you
Not you, you understand
But all that you stand for

How little I knew about love
I knew what I wanted, but
I didn't know what it was
Until you came and showed me.

Love I thought, was something
One felt, that made all the hurt
Go away. Love, it seems,
Is wanting to make someone elses
Hurt go away.

How I long to do that
For you
How I yearn for a time when
I can be like a balm that
Soothes your soul and
Kisses your tender heart better
At the end of each
Weary day as I run your bath.

How I long to hold you tightly
When it feels to you as though
The world has got the
Better of you again
And when you struggle to find
A reason to keep on going.

To be the smile at the end
Of each tiresome day
To be a reason to come home
To be a reason that home
Is home and a reason that the days
Don't even seem so tiresome.

To be the one to warm your bed
On long cold winter nights
To be the one you cling to
When nightmares come to
Haunt you, in darkness, during sleep.

To be the one to cool you down
To notice as I watch you sleeping
That the summer heat
Is just too much, to take the
Covers from your body, to ease your sleep.

To be the one to wake you
To make the start of each new day
A celebration, a new beginning
Another day to share, to laugh
To have, to hold and love
Each other.

I want to be
All these things
To you my dear.
For you are all
These things to me.

And more...